She’s going to lose her damn mind when she sees them.
Can’t have Baby Girl tromping around this mountain in anything less than the best.
But it’s been hours since I’ve seen her.
And I need my Willow fix.
Need to see her face.
Hear her voice.
Touch her skin.
I’m salivating at thoughts of just kissing her.
Even though I know what it’s like. Even though last night she was wrapped around me like a fucking python.
Fuck, there goes my boner.
I know I’m obsessed. Unhinged.
I fucking know that.
And I don’t give a damn.
This woman has her fingers in my chest and her scent in my lungs, and I need her.
I’ve never felt like this before.
And yeah, I know it’s fast.
Too fast, maybe.
But it doesn’t feel wrong.
It feels inevitable.
Hell, I’ve already caught myself thinking about what it would take to keep her here.
Permanently.
Asking her to stay.
Asking her to marry me.
I bite back the thought.
Not yet.
Too soon.
But kissing her?
Touching her?
Reminding her exactly how wanted she is?
Yeah. That I can do.
