Her eyelids fluttered shut at the first brush of our lips together, and she sighed into my mouth. As if she hadn’t been expecting the softness of it. As if she hadn’t been expecting to like it either.
It was taking everything in me not to cup her ass and haul her up against me. Pin her to the countertop and lick my way inside. Remind myself exactly what she tasted like.
But she needed slow, so that was exactly what I was going to give her.
I dragged my mouth against hers, back and forth, so fucking desperate to taste her but holding myself back. Our lips met again and again, brief and soft.
When she parted her mouth on a shaky exhale, her tongue tentatively brushing against my bottom lip, I took the invitation and deepened the kiss. On a quiet groan, I licked into her mouth in slow, deep strokes, savoring the way her breath hitched every time I pulled back.
She was intoxicating—better than any high, better than any fantasy. And there had been alotof fantasies over the years. But this was real.Shewas real, and she was kissing me like she couldn’t get enough.
That thought only made me want her more.
I wrapped her braid in my fist and tugged, tipping her head exactly how I wanted it. This time, she didn’t even try to hold back her moan, the rough sound going straight to my dick. She fisted my shirt, gripping it tightly like she didn’t know whether she wanted to tug me closer or shove me away.
Our once-soft kiss wasn’t tentative anymore. It was hungry. Messy. Desperate.
There wasn’t a breath of space between us, but, still, I needed more. Needed her closer. Needed her naked and writhing beneath me, moaning my name as she came around my cock.
Fuck me.
Without breaking the kiss, I reached down and cupped her ass, lifting her easily onto the island before stepping between her spread thighs. She felt so fucking good, everywhere. And she tasted as delicious as I remembered—all sweet and tart.
I had to stop myself from grinding against her hot little pussy. From taking this further than she wanted to.
But it was clear from how desperately she kissed me back just how much she’d needed this and only this. She deserved a kiss that unraveled her. That made her forget every worry and obligation and just fall into pure pleasure.
It’d been a long time since I’d made out with someone without the intention of more. But I found I didn’t need that.
Not with Willa.
Just kissing her was better than anything else I’d ever done—sex included. It was so fucking good, I never wanted it to end. And from the way she’d locked her ankles at the base of my spine and began rocking her hips against me, she felt it too.
But I’d made her a promise.
And I knew if we didn’t stop right now, I’d have her clothes off in two minutes flat and her spread out on this island while I feasted on her cunt.
As much as it pained me to do so, I slowed the kiss and unhooked her legs from around my waist. Until, finally, I pulled away, still panting and hard as a fucking rock.
Unfortunately, even stepping back didn’t help my predicament. Not when I got an eyeful of my hot-as-sin wife. Chest heaving, lips kiss-swollen, pupils blown wide, and those thick thighs spread and just waiting for me to settle between them again.
“Day one practice, complete,” I said, gravel coating my throat. “Same time tomorrow, wife.”
For a second, she just sat there. Dazed and flushed, her eyes wide with something she clearly hadn’t intended to feel. Thenthose walls she loved so much slammed back into place, and she aimed a scowl at me. “That’s assuming I don’t murder you before morning.”
She slid off the island and stomped her way upstairs, as if she could outrun what had just happened between us.
I let her go and gave her the space. Because fuck knew I’d need a solid fifteen minutes to talk my dick down. Especially when I kept thinking about doing this all over again tomorrow.
Practice was supposed to make things easier. Instead, it had lit a fuse I wasn’t sure we’d be able to extinguish.
CHAPTER TWELVE
WILLA
Group text with Chloe, Sutton, and Willa
8:47 p.m.
