“I’ll check in with Marcus.” He and his team are running facial recognition software and tracking Tyler’s email IP address, hoping something will turn up.
I pop the last piece of bacon in my mouth and take my empty plate to the kitchen.
“I’ll do those.” Willow follows me, and I turn too quickly in the small space. When her chest bumps up against mine, instant heat surges through my body.
Our eyes lock, and in hers, I see the concern she hides so well.
“We’ll find him.” I give her reassurance even though I don’t know if it’s true. But I’ll do anything to make her smile again.
She sets her untouched plate down on the counter.
“But in the meantime, you need to eat.” I spear a piece of bacon on the end of her fork and hold it up.
She frowns at me. “I can feed myself.”
I glance at the untouched plate, as if proving her wrong. “I know this is hard, but you need to keep your energy up.”
She opens her mouth, and I glide the fork in between her lips. Her gaze remains on me as she bites down on the food.
She chews a mouthful, and I feed her another, trying not to watch her plump lips move with each bite.
I spear a second piece of bacon and feed it to her slowly. My eyes dart to her mouth. The grease of the bacon makes her lips shine, and the food brings color to her cheeks.
She swallows a mouthful, and her lips part, waiting for the next portion like a baby bird. This time, I take the last bit of bacon between my fingers and feed it to her. She takes a bite, and her lips brush my fingertips. A shudder racks my body, and my gaze darts to hers.
We’re both breathing hard, and her cheeks are flushed.
There’s a small portion of bacon between my fingers, and she opens her mouth to take it. I drop it into her waiting mouth, and before I can withdraw my fingers, her lips close around my thumb and forefinger.
Wet heat wraps around my fingertips, and she sucks gently, licking the bacon fat off my fingers. The sensation sends heat racing through my veins, and I lengthen at this one exquisite sensation.
My thumb pops out of her mouth, and her lips pucker around my forefinger. I feel the flick of her tongue, and a groan escapes me. Her eyes lock on mine, and slowly, she slides her lips down my digit to the base of my finger. Every nerve in my body comes to life, and I’m hard as a rock, imagining it’s my cock in her mouth.
She slowly pulls her mouth back, sucking gently until my finger pops out of her mouth.
“I had to get the bacon grease,” she whispers. “It’s the best part.”
Her eyes are wide and sparkling with mischief, and all worry has temporarily gone. This woman makes me forget who I am and where I am and why I’m here. My dick’s as hard as a rock, and her lips are soft and warm, and I need to know how they taste.
I move forward, closing the small distance between us. My arm slides around her waist, and as she closes her eyes, I catch thescents of grease and floral body wash and the soft caress of her breath on my lips.
The moment is broken when a gust of wind rattles the cabin, and the door bangs open. I spin around to see it swinging on its hinges. Cold air rushes in, cooling my heated body and sending brown leaves swirling in from outside.
Lunging for the door, I slam it closed against the cold. But when I turn back to Willow, she’s stacking dishes in the sink.
“Can you check in with Marcus while I get these done?” Her tone is flat; the passion of a moment ago dissolved into thin air.
The moment has passed, and I can only stare at her straight back as she runs water for the washing up.
The only indication that anything just happened between us is the residue of bacon grease on my still-tingling fingers and a hard-on as stiff as the wood I’ve been chopping.
14
WILLOW
My hand grips the scrubbing brush too tight as I scour the pan, getting off the crusted egg and bacon fat. I run the brush over the pan until my forearm hurts.
My brother is in danger, and I’m flirting with the one man who can help find him. What the hell is wrong with me?
