“In that case, I suppose I’ll have to show my appreciation for you and dinner a different way.” My promise whispers over her ear before I kiss right below it, reveling in the immediate softening of her body as she leans into me.
Slowly, I skim my hands over her hips and breasts until I reach the top of her damp blouse, unbuttoning the tiny pearl beads to reveal a pink flush staining her chest. Our heavy breathing mingles together as the plate Willow’s holding clatters into the sink.
“You don’t… I mean if you want…”
“Trust me, Iwant.”
The limp sides of her shirt hang open as my rough palms slide over her smooth skin to cup the heavy weight of her breasts over the serviceable bra she’s wearing. I like that she kept it practical, wearing something meant to actually do its job rather than some flimsy scrap of fabric whose only purpose is to look pretty.
Willow’s gorgeous enough without extra ornamentation.
“I want to know what it sounds like when you come on my fingers,” I growl, tracing the curve of her belly with one finger before going lower and undoing her jeans so I can freely cup her hot pussy. “I want to know what it looks like for pleasure to overtake your sweet little body. Does the blue of your eyes turn to midnight? Does this endearing blush of yours deepen to burgundy? I need to know, kitten.”
“Rhys…” Willow tilts her head back, and I snare her mouth in a fiery kiss, staking my claim like I’ve wanted to all evening. She tastes like the heart-shaped cookies we had for dessert—rich, sugary deliciousness—and I can’t get enough.
Her breath catches as I push aside her panties to delve between her slick folds, sticky arousal already easing my passage. “Damn, kitten. Is all this for me?” My thumb circles her clit, and she arches into the rhythmic stroking.
“Mmm… You have quite the effect on my body,” she admits breathily. “I’ve never felt this strongly for anyone before, and it doesn’t make much sense considering how we were strangers a few days ago.”
“Doesn’t matter how long we’ve known each other, kitten. Our bodies recognize the other.” It’s the closest I’ve ever come to accepting anything resemblingheart sparks—not that I think that’s what this is—but there’s definitely a connection between us, one that defies logic.
It’s called lust.
True, but it's more than my attraction to her sexy curves or beautiful smile. It’s the kindness in her eyes and gestures. The quirky humor she surprises me with. Willow’s curves fit the gaps in my life; I know the truth of it deep in my bones.
I nip the side of her neck and pinch one of her pert nipples after releasing it from a bra cup, and warm heat gushes onto the fingers I’m pumping into her clenching cunt. “Eyes on me, Willow. Don’t deny me what I want. Every inch of you belongs to me; your every orgasm is mine. Now, come for me, soak my fingers with this wet pussy.”
The sky blue of her irises darken like I predicted as a muted cry falls from her lips, her body quaking in my arms as she obeys my command.
Goddamn, she’s perfect.
“You come so beautifully, kitten,” I praise, nuzzling her cheek as my movements slow, letting her body ease down from its high.
“Meow.”
We both look down in surprise to see Carrot staring up at us in annoyance. Glancing at each other, a beat of silence hangs in the air before we burst into laughter, an odd release after Willow’s intense orgasm.
“I think he’s jealous about not getting enough attention.” She giggles, turning to bury her head in my chest, while I work on getting her clothes back to the way they were after licking my fingers clean of her sweet arousal.
“Should we move to the couch and indulge him? Maybe watch a movie?”
“And cuddle?” she asks hopefully, a bright smile blinding me with its radiance. I’ve never been one to cuddle, but with Willow? Hell yes, I can get behind holding her soft body against mine for two hours straight. “Or I could…” She peeks down at the hard erection testing the limits of my jeans.
How I would love to have her finish me off—with her mouth, her hands, however she desired—but we don’t have to rush, I don’t want to push things further when there’s time to explore.
“Nah, I’m good. Tonight was about you. And now it’s gonna be about Carrot.” Bending down, I pick up the attention-seeking feline, his tail swishing back and forth across my arms.
“Are you sure…?”
“Positive.” I grab her hand and tug her toward the living area. “What movie should we watch?”
Willow bites her lip but doesn’t press the issue.Thank god for small mercies.And we spend the next couple of hours laughing at the comedy she chooses, content in each other’s company and the satisfied purring of Carrot.
CHAPTER SEVEN
WILLOW
“Is everything okay?”
