She grinned and lifted up on her toes to kiss him.
Just one touch of her lips, and he was lost, her kiss like a match strike.
She pulled his shirt up and over his head, the appreciative sound she made as she stared at his bare torso sending a fresh wave of heat through his blood.“It was too dark last night to appreciate you properly.”
Her words sent the last of the blood circulating in his brain funneling south.The touch of her hands on his skin was like fire.She nuzzled the center of his chest, rubbed her cheek right over the spot where his heart pounded, kissing and licking while her fingers undid the top of his jeans.
He dropped the brush on the desk.Didn’t protest when she tugged his jeans and underwear down his thighs, backed him up to the ladder-back chair, and pushed him into it.Almost forgot how to breathe when she knelt in front of him, winding her long hair behind her with one hand.
His entire body went rigid when she bent forward to glide her tongue around the swollen head of his erection.
Tripp plunged a hand into her hair, raw pleasure streaking through him when she took him into her mouth.A low, almost agonized groan tore from his throat.The sight of her like this, on her knees as she sucked him while beams of sunlight lit up her face and hair...
He stood it for as long as he could, until she’d pushed him to the edge of his control.“Will,” he ground out, part warning, part plea.This might be their last time together, and he wanted to make it so good for her that she’d never forget.
She straightened, stood, and surprised him by reaching under the hem of her dress to pull her panties down her legs and step out of them.He seized her by the waist and dragged her to him.
She straddled his thighs, holding onto the back of the chair.“Think this thing will hold both of us?”
“If it breaks, I’ll make you a new one.”
Her laugh melted into a soft sigh of surrender when he undid the buttons on the bodice of her dress and tugged the cups of her bra down to expose her breasts.She shivered in his grip and slid her fingers into his hair as he leaned in to suck one hard nipple, then the other.
She made a quiet, incredibly sexy sound and reached down between them, sliding her hand under the folds of her dress to stroke herself.Her eyes went heavy-lidded, a flush staining her cheeks.
“Please tell me you’ve got a condom on you right now,” she whispered in a rush.
He made an affirmative sound, holding her close to his mouth with one hand, while he reached down with the other to grab for his wallet in his dangling pocket.He was hard as hell, waiting for the moment when he slid inside her.
Willow took the condom from him, quickly sheathed him and hiked her dress up to her waist to straddle him, balancing her weight on the balls of her feet, one hand on the chair back as she moved into position.
Her cheeks were pink, her gaze a little blurry as she gripped him in her fist, staring down into his eyes.His heart galloped as she rocked against the length of his erection, her little hum of pleasure blending with the erotic sound of her wetness.
He settled his hands on her hips.Squeezed as he held her there, suspended above him for a breathless moment before easing his hold and allowing her to sink down on him.
Slowly.Torturously slowly.Until the pleasure burned all the way up his spine, pushing the air from his lungs.
Willow’s lashes fluttered down, lips parting.Her head tipped back, another sensual moan coming from her as she took him deeper.Squeezing every inch of him on the way down, flooding his body with sensation.
“Ooh, Tripp...”She shifted slightly, shifted her weight on the lower rungs on either side of the chair, and slipped a hand down between her thighs.
He looked down, clenched his jaw at the sight of her fingers gliding over her swollen, pink clit while she held him buried deep inside her.He wanted to take over, but he liked watching too.
Oh, fuck.Willow...
Then she began to rock her hips.Slowly, eyes closed as she found her rhythm.
She was the sexiest damned thing he’d ever seen in his life as she rode him like that, enjoying the feel of him inside her, the evidence of her pleasure amplifying his own.
He held her hips, supporting her while he fought back the release clawing at him.Watched her face, drinking in every gasp and moan while she climbed to the edge and fell over it, her body gripping him tight as she cried out his name.
Tripp’s eyes slammed shut as he reached the end of his control.His fingers dug deep into her flesh while he thrust up into her quick and hard until release hit him.
Time hung suspended as the searing riptide of pleasure surged through him.There was only Willow.Her scent.The feel of her warmth and softness wrapped around him.Her cheek nestled into his throat.Her soft sigh of fulfillment as they both settled, hearts pounding together.
“That was very much worth the interruption to my project,” she murmured.
Tripp couldn’t answer right away.He slid his arms up to wrap around her back and hugged her tight, savoring the absolute peace flooding him.Praying it would last.That they still might have a chance after he told her tonight.“Hell yeah, it was.”
