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I nod and press my head to his chest.

This entire week has been heavenly, but I know danger is still right around the corner. The question is, when and where will it strike?

I need more time with him.

Chapter twenty-eight

Reeve Hardy

Electric Feel — Chase Eagleson

I zoom in on the golden-framed mirror across the room.

There’s something Winona isn’t saying, and I know her well enough to know it’s keeping her mind occupied.

I jump out of bed and pace toward her.

She stands in front of the full-length mirror, lost in her endless thoughts, while I admire every inch of her. Her heavy breasts fall against her ribcage, making me want to cup them in my hand and squeeze until she whimpers. I wish I were her ribcage, close to her heart and beneath the warmth of those gorgeous breasts.

She’s hauntingly beautiful—it’s a sin not to worship the ground she walks on.

Silvery stretch marks cover her skin, creating ocean-like patterns that extend from her shoulders to the thickness of her thighs.

I bite my lip every time I think about kissing and marking her for hours. She’s so fucking mine, and nothing will change that, nor will a soul come between us. She’s embedded in the depths of my existence.

Electricity sparks between us, and my fingertips tingle with excitement as I come to stand behind her.

“Are you watching that gorgeous girl in the mirror, too?” I push my naked body against her back and sneak my arms around her taut belly. I caress her ribs, grinning when she shivers. “Fuck, she’s perfect,” I whisper into her ear, my hand drops down to rub her glistening clit, and two fingers slip into her center as she watches breathlessly in the mirror.

Her lips part around a soft moan as she twists her nipple and moves my hand back down to tease her clit with little circles. My baby is overstimulated, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting her go unless she asks me to.

Up and down, her hips grind against my hands, searching and begging for them. She’s carved perfectly to fit against me.

“Whose hands do you belong to?” I add a third finger and drive them all deeper. “Tell me.”

She hums softly. “You.”

“That’s right.” My gaze doesn’t stray from the mirror, locked on my girl like lasers as I watch her writhing body. “Good girl.” I slide my fingers out, smirking at the grunt of frustration she lets out.

“I’m so mad.”

“Take me to bed,” I whisper. “Let it all out on me.”

“Can I touch you?” The glow in her eyes is both playful and pleased.

I gulp hard. “Yes.”

“You deserve to be kissed, too. Everywhere.”

My heart accelerates as soon as she finishes her words.

What did I do to deserve her?

She takes my hand and leads me back to bed, gently pushing my shoulders down until I sit on the edge.

Her hands fly up to cup my face, her thumb gently stroking my scar. An affectionate grin pulls at the corners of her mouth, and my hands curve around her lush thighs.

Everything quiets.