“You okay?” she asked.
He nodded and finally gave her what she wanted to see, his smile.
“I guess you make me weak in the knees, Morgan,” he admitted.
Willow did a victory dance in her head.
It was real.
This was real.
They were real.
She stepped out of her underwear, and there wasnothing left between them. Then she spun him so he stood where she had been and nodded toward the sleeping bag.
“Lie down, cowboy, and let me have my way with you.”
“That sounds like a lyric from a song,” he replied.
Maybe someday it would be. But tonight those words were only for them.
“You gonna do as you’re told, handsome?” Willow added, emboldened with a confidence she hadn’t known she’d possessed before tonight.
Ash grinned, then lowered his exquisite naked body to the floor beneath her.
Willow climbed over him, lowering herself to her knees, one on either side of him.
“I’m still on the pill,” she told him. “And I haven’t… I mean, it’s been a while since…”
“Me either,” Ash replied, and though her eyes widened in question, she didn’t want to know how long it had been since he’d slept with another woman. She didn’t want to think about him sleeping with anyone other than her. Period. And she wanted to make him forget that he ever had. So she glided over him, already slick and ready to obliterate his memory of any woman who came before.
“You’re so beautiful, Wills,” he whispered. “Wherever you go, always the prettiest damned woman in the room.”
Willow’s cheeks flamed, and a fire ignited in hercore. She tilted her head forward, her hair falling like a curtain around their heads, and gave him one final chaste brush of her lips before sinking over him, burying him deep inside.
Something feral and animal tore from Ash’s lips as he rolled them both onto their sides, hooking her leg over his hip as he slowly slid out and then filled her again, making her cry out as she tried to pull him closer, tighter, deeper. The only thing Willow loved more than making the first move and reducing Ash Murphy to his basest form was Ash Murphy stealing the control right back from her and making her see stars.
He rocked inside her, and when she grabbed his ass and he slipped a hand between them, rubbing a finger over her sensitive, swollen clit, she arched against him, biting his bottom lip, and they both lost the ability to form intelligible speech.
The temperature had dropped outside their tent, but inside they were a tangle of sweaty limbs, of hot lips rubbed raw from deep, hungry kisses that refused to cease.
Who was this man who hadn’t known her in years yet knew without fail when to roll her onto her back and hike her leg higher, when to plunge deeper, and when, exactly, to swirl his thumb between them right when she thought she couldn’t hang on any longer?
Willow cried out Ash’s name as he shudderedinside her with one final growl. His arms gave, and he collapsed onto his elbows, still shaking, his face buried against her shoulder.
“It’s okay,” she whispered when she found her voice again. “You don’t need to hold yourself up anymore.”
He was quiet for several seconds, still trembling above her, but then he ground out a single word, “Okay,” and let the full weight of his torso fall against hers.
She held him tight, combing her fingers through his sweaty hair, and kissed his temple.
“Don’t you dare leave me again, Willow Morgan,” he pleaded with a shaky whisper. “I won’t survive it.” And now she knew that he remembered the words he’d spoken the morning when he thought the farthest she’d go was the bathroom to brush her teeth.
“Neither will I,” she admitted.
Because there was no getting over Ash Murphy. It took her until now to realize that she never had.
Chapter 15
