He flips me onto my back, caging his hard frame over mine. His stern expression looks as tough as his voice sounds. "You almost missed it."
I swallow hard. "Missed what?"
The corners of his mouth curve up. "This." He closes the gap and kisses me with fervor.
I pull him closer, kissing him back, unable to stop it if I tried.
He finally retreats, breathing hard, and mumbles, "Happy New Year, sugar." He shifts me onto my side, wraps his body around mine, and returns to kissing my neck.
I reach for his wrist, lift his hand to my lips for a kiss, then snuggle closer, pretending again that everything is perfect between us.
22
Wyatt
Willow's body, warm and pressed up against me, pulls at my heartstrings. I hadn't forgotten how soft she was, but reality is way better than my imagination. Her hair's sprawled over my chest, and my thigh is wedged between hers. Our bare skin's a mess of heat under the cheap motel sheets, and her steady breathing kept my wild nerves calm all night.
I never want to move. I stare at my beautiful woman, continuing to spoon her, loving how perfectly her body still fits with mine. And I wonder how we could ever part again.
A soft moan escapes her lips. She shifts her hips, slow and sleepy, into my semi.
It's all it takes. My cock hardens, and I yank her ass closer to me, slipping into her wet heat.
Her eyes fly open, and her mouth forms an O as her whimper collides with my groan.
I grip her hip, kissing her neck and thrusting at a snail's pace.
"Wyatt," she breathes.
"Morning, sugar," I say hoarsely.
A low, needy moan rattles in her chest. She pushes her ass into my thrust, trying to get me deeper.
"That's it. Ride me like I'm the bull you need to tame."
She curls her legs, taking more of my cock inside her, continuing to moan.
"Jesus," I mumble, licking her earlobe as I clench my arm around her and circle my fingers on her clit. I bury my erection inside her, only moving a few inches back before I fully thrust into her again.
"Oh," she whimpers, digging her nails into my forearm and thigh.
My lips trail behind her ear. I confess, "I missed you."
She pushes against me the moment I pull back. She whimpers my name, the sound raspy and thick with sleep.
"That's it, sugar," I praise, adrenaline building so fast in me, I have to grit my teeth to stop from coming too soon.
She rolls her hips in a circle while I thrust. A faint quiver racks her. She clenches around my cock like she wants to break it.
"You feel so damn good," I whisper, dragging my mouth over the top of her spine and forcing myself not to rush.
She arches and gasps, "Oh God."
I groan into her shoulder. "I've been dreaming about this. About you."
She moans, and I add more force. Her nails scrape my skin.
I lose control. It's worse than coming too soon. I admit into her ear, "I'm so in love with you. More than I ever was before, and I didn't think that was possible."
