“Show me.”
He covered her body with his, notching his cock into her entrance. “As many times as you’ll let me.”
And then he pushed inside, just a slow glide of his cock into her, her body stretching to accommodate his size. Their moans mingled together, the delicious fullness overwhelming her as he continued to thrust inside. Slowly, at first, until she was relaxed enough to take every bit of him. And then, once she started lifting her hips to take him farther inside, he went faster. Harder. Drove into her so deep, she swore she saw stars.
“Finn… Finn.” Willow couldn’t say anything but his name, over and over again. It was like every other word had been plucked from her head, evaporated along with every other thought except them, together.
He rested his lips against hers, his words getting lost in the breaths mingling between them. “You feel how good we fit, Willowtree? There’s nothing as perfect as this heaven, is there?Nothing.”
There wasn’t, and there was no more denying it. For years, she’d wondered if she’d built up the connection she and Finn had had. Built it up into something so overgrown and complex that it was impossible for anyone else to stack up against. The truth was, though, she hadn’t imagined a single bit of it. If anything, her memories had dulled what they felt together. It was magic, pure and simple. The kind of chemistry she saw in movies, read about in books. But it wasn’t fiction. It wasn’t just something to wish upon.
It was real, and it was them, and it was right there in front of her.
He hooked her legs higher around his hips as his thrusts sped up, his breath growing more frantic against her lips until he groaned and took her mouth in a heated kiss. Sliding his tongue against hers, he slipped a hand between them and thumbed her clit as he pounded into her hard enough to shake his bed.
“Come on, sweetness. Gimme one more. Let me feel you come around me.” He nipped at her bottom lip then licked away the sting. “Let me feel what I do to you.”
She couldn’t deny him anymore. Was damn tired of denying herself. So she gave in. Fingernails digging into his shoulders, she allowed herself to be swept away by him, allowed him to push her up and over the peak, cresting even as he pumped inside her, groaning through his own release.
Minutes or hours later, she trailed her fingers up and down the expanse of his back as he continued to press kiss after kiss along any inch of skin he could reach. It was quiet between them—too quiet almost. As if they were both lost in their own thoughts. And her thoughts? Lord, they were a jumble. But the one thought that kept coming up over and over again was,what kind of a mess have you gotten yourself into?
A fine mess, indeed.
Willow must’ve been out of her mind, thinking her body would settle down after it’d had a taste of Finn Thomas. If anything, their being together had lit an insatiable fire beneath her skin, making her crave him when she had absolutely no business doing so. Like in the middle of a workday. In the middle ofeveryworkday.
After their amazing night together, she’d decided to throw caution to the wind and tiptoe her way into this thing between her and Finn for as long as he was in town. It was quite possibly the dumbest decision she’d ever made, but she didn’t care. She was tired of only doing what she was supposed to. Sue her for wanting to do something that felt good…damn good.
Unfortunately, they hadn’t been able to get together since the night she’d snuck out of his and Drew’s apartment sometime in the wee hours of the morning. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d done something like that, tiptoeing into her house like she’d been out doing something wrong. She was a grown woman, for heaven’s sake. Did it really matter what she got up to on her own time and if she got up to it with one Griffin Thomas?
“You want me to make a copy of this paperwork before I get it sent off?”
She jumped at Avery’s question, like she’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Like her best friend could read all the thoughts—the super dirty, completely inappropriate thoughts—going on in her mind.
Willow cleared her throat. “Yes, please. Thank you.”
“You wanna tell me why your face is bright red?”
She averted her attention to her desk and the suddenly very interesting mound of paper clips there. “Not particularly.”
Avery snorted, but she didn’t push. But, really, if Willow couldn’t tell her best friend, what did that say? What was the big deal anyway? Maybe she’d pop over to the bar after work, say hi to Finn and see what kind of progress they’d made inside.
King Construction had been in and out of the building all week, hauling all kinds of material into the place, so she was kind of excited to take in the changes. She was…happyfor Finn. And she was happy for her hometown. It’d been her mission to revive the heart of Havenbrook since she’d started working for town hall five years ago, and finally, after all this time, her mission was going to come to fruition. She was proud as hell she’d been the one to incite those changes. Made her feel like she was actually doing something with her life and job, actually bringing something back to this town she loved so much.
She couldn’t wait to see the changes this brought in Havenbrook, because she knew in her heart it was a change for the better. Whether or not her daddy saw it that way.
After their discussion—okay, argument—the day he’d come back into town, she hadn’t attempted to broach the subject again. What was the use? She’d learned long ago to pick her battles, and that was one hill she wasn’t willing to die on. Not since there was nothing her daddy could do about the bar going in. And certainly not since attempting to have a discussion with him was about as fruitful as talking to a brick wall. Except, at least brick walls couldn’t talk back.
“Will?” Avery said, poking her head back in Willow’s office. “It’s about that time again…”
Willow sighed and pushed back from her desk. Mid-afternoon meant it was time to endure another daily meeting with her father. She’d come to dread the afternoons because of them. The meetings did nothing but eat out part of her day…and part of her self-esteem, if she were honest. In all the time she’d been working for him, he’d never once given her a job well done acknowledgment. Nope, all he’d given her was more work and dozens of migraines.
Since Gloria was still out on maternity leave, Willow went straight to his door and knocked, waiting for his bark of a response telling her to come inside.
“What took you so damn long? You’re just across the hall, for God’s sake.”
Her daddy…such a pleasant, soft-spoken man. “Afternoon, Daddy. This shouldn’t take but a minute, and then you can get back to your business.” Which, Willow knew, was absolutely nothing at all, unless you counted playing solitaire on his computer as something important.
“Let’s get to it, then. I’ve got a lot left on the agenda today.”
