She chews on her lip.
"Don't bite your lip off. Some punk might want to kiss you tonight, and you'll be all scabbed up," I tease.
Her eyes widen, and the same nerves that filled her expression after she ran into me reappear.
I point out, "You're digging your teeth into your lip deeper."
"Oh. I-I...um..." She looks away and exhales a worried breath.
I chuckle again. "Willow, it's our secret. I promise I'll look surprised. How many?"
She meets my gaze. "Why do you want to know?"
My chest tightens. I shrug. "I guess I'm wondering how easy it'll be to sneak away for a bit."
Something flares in her expression. "Sneak away?"
I glance behind me to make sure no one else is in listening distance. Then I step closer to her, lean down, and tense.
A scent I have never smelled before flares around me, low and sweet, hitting me like dry wood. It's instant and unforgiving. Blood rushes south before I can stop it.
"Jesus. What are you wearing?" I choke out, rough and thick.
She tilts her head upward, meeting my stare. Another flicker I don't comprehend appears in her eyes and then disappears just as quickly. She asks, "What am I wearing?"
The scent intensifies, clinging to me. I'm already pulsing hard enough to ache.
What the fuck is happening?
The longer we stand staring at each other, the worse it gets.
This is Willow.
She's Jagger's little sister.
Jesus, she's likemylittle sister.
Why is my dick killing me right now?
She inhales slowly, her chest rising, as if trying to steal my attention.
I glance down at her cleavage.
When the fuck did Willow get boobs?
I drag my gaze upward, slowly lingering on her neck, then fixating on her lips.
Since when are they so plump?
I bet my cock would look perfect with her mouth around it.
Son of a bitch. What the hell am I thinking?
"I-I don't understand your question," she sputters, tearing me out of my sick thoughts.
I blink hard and then step back from her. In a harsh tone, I reply, "Nothing. Don't worry about it. So how many people?"
She takes a minute, recomposes herself, and admits, "Few hundred."
