“And how do you feel about me?” She dropped her hand from his face, her chest squeezing tight as she waited for his answer.

“Like I said, I’m falling in love with you.” She parted her lips to speak but he cut her off, resting his fingers on her mouth. “I realize we haven’t been seeing each other long, but we’ve known each other for years. What we have is special, Harper. And I’m not willing to let it go.”

“I don’t want to let you go either.” She kissed the tips of his fingers before he lifted them away from her mouth and replaced them with his lips. The kiss was deep, hot, his tongue tangling with hers as he pressed her into the mattress. She slid her hands beneath his shirt, running her fingernails up and down the smooth expanse of his back as he growled against her lips, making her giggle.

“That feels good. I’ve missed having your hands on me,” he murmured, impatiently tugging at her skirt. “I want you naked.”

She laughed. “Impatient much?”

“For you, hell yes. I haven’t touched you like this in weeks.” He lifted away from her and tugged the dress up so it was bunched around her waist, exposing her pale green cotton panties to his gaze. He groaned when he first spotted them. “Christ, you’re trying to kill me.”

“They’re not that sexy,” she protested, gasping when he shifted so that his mouth was on her belly, his warm lips on sensitive skin, making her shiver.

“Everything you wear is sexy. You’re sexy.” He curled his fingers around the waistband of her panties and tugged them off, his movements erratic. He ran his mouth greedily over her skin, along her thighs, her hot throbbing core. Her hipbones, her stomach, her breasts . . . as if he was trying his best to consume her, though his mouth never lingered long. Growls of impatience escaped him and she was just as eager, kicking off her underwear, lifting her arms when he pulled the dress up over her head and tossed it on the floor. She wore no bra so she was completely naked, earning an appreciative glance from West before he straight up attacked her.

Oh, and she reveled in it. He was like a man possessed. His hands were everywhere, all over her body, caressing her breasts, slipping between her legs, testing how wet she was for him. She writhed beneath his touch, her fingers fumbling over the button of his jeans, pulling at them impatiently. She wanted them off. She wanted him just as naked as she was and within moments, like magic, he was.

He rolled on the condom that he had stashed in his jeans and wasted no time pushing inside her, burying himself so deeply that all she could do was close her eyes and clutch him close. There was no finesse, no prolonging the orgasm or drawing out the act. It was just pure, animalistic . . . fucking. A word she’d never used to describe any of the times she’d had sex before.

With West, she loved it. He was completely out of control, his mouth locked with hers as his hips shifted, his cock thrusting inside her again and again and again . . .

Until all she could see were stars.

“I’M A SELFISH jackass,” West said as soon as he could find his voice once again. He held Harper close in his arms, her warm, naked body wrapped all around his, their legs tangled up together. They were limp and sated, his eyes closed and his brain buzzing, feeling completely wiped out in the best possible way. He pressed his mouth to her forehead, trying to calm his breathing. His dick twitched, letting him know it was up for round two.

Un-freaking-believable.

Harper made this low murmuring sound in her throat, sexy as hell as she shifted against him, her hand brushing against his belly, his cock, making it spring magically back to life. “Why do you say that?”

“I was completely out of control just now.” Almost embarrassingly so. It had been too long since he had her and he’d just wanted her so damn much, he couldn’t hold back. He’d fully planned on making love to her. Nice and slow, his mouth all over her body, hands mapping her skin. Learning every little spot that drove her out of her mind, discovering her intimate secrets.

But no. He’d tried that approach and gave up fast. Instead, he’d rutted on her like some sort of wild caveman, coming with a shout after five minutes of being inside her. It was sort of embarrassing.

“I thought it was hot.” She tilted her head back, smiling up at him. “It felt like you really wanted me.”

Her fingers brushed against his stomach again, making him flinch. “That’s the truth. I always really want you. And now that we got that out of the way, I’ll make sure to take my time with you the next go-round.”

“There’s going to be a next go-round?” She sounded so hopeful he couldn’t help but smile.

“There are going to be lots of go-rounds.” He kissed her, mentally reminding himself to go slow. “If I have it my way, we won’t leave this bed tonight.”

“That sounds nice.” A dreamy sigh escaped her and she snuggled closer, her mouth on his shoulder. “What about dinner?”

“I’m sure we’ll figure something out eventually.” Currently he only wanted to feast on her.

He held her close, loving how easily she curled her naked body around his. For the first time in a long time, he felt . . . content. It definitely had to do with the woman in his arms, but he also knew it had to do with being back home. In Wildwood. Once a town he couldn’t wait to get away from, he was happy here. He liked where he worked. He enjoyed spending time with his siblings. His relationship with his father was permanently damaged, but with time, maybe it would get easier. He didn’t mind the gossip, and the familiarity that came with returning to his hometown.

More than anything, he cared about the woman lying beside him, her hair in his face, her arm slung around his middle like she owned him. It felt good, having someone, having somewhere he belonged.

It felt right.

“What about the future for us, West?” She gazed up at him, nibbling on her lower lip. She looked unsure, hesitant. “You probably don’t want to talk about the heavy stuff right now, but I have to ask. What do you want for . . . us?”

He brushed a wild tangle of hair away from her face, his fingers skimming her cheeks as his gaze never left hers. She had the prettiest eyes. She had the prettiest everything. Why had he never seen it before? When they were younger and she’d followed him around like a lovesick puppy . . . what an idiot he’d been. “I want to be with you. Only you. And we’ll just need to take it day by day, okay? This summer, I’m going to be busy with work. It’s going to get crazier, I know it. There’s a lot going on around here. The fire season is going to be intense, what with the drought conditions and the . . . ” He thought of the arsonist. He didn’t want to scare her, but it was happening. Hell, they were talking about it in the local newspaper. “The possible arsonist. I might be gone for weeks at a time. That’s the norm during a busy fire season.”

She nodded, her eyes full of sadness. “I understand.”

“But I’ll always be thinking about you, even when we’re not together. You’re mine, Harper. And I’m yours.” He leaned in and kissed her, taking it deep, leaving her breathless. “Nothing’s going to change that.”

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