I glance over to the doorway as Willow steps into it.
Speaking of what I need.
She leans her shoulder on the doorjamb, crosses her arms over her chest. She grabbed the shirt I wore to the party tonight and only fastened two of the buttons to close it around her. It’s way too big on her.
“You okay?” That sexy voice is soft and makes my cock come to life.
She’s so fucking beautiful. Her hair is down, around her shoulders. Her face is clean of makeup, and her lips look so fucking kissable.
“Come here,” I say. “Close and lock the door behind you.”
She lifts an eyebrow but does as she’s told and then pads across the room to me. I push the chair back so she can get between me and the desk, and then she sits on it, and I scoot up between her legs and wrap my arms around her ass. When my forehead lands on her chest, she pushes her fingers into my hair and kisses my head, andfuck that feels good.
“Hey,” she says softly. “I’m still your best friend, you know.”
“Yeah. I know.”
She scratches her nails along my scalp, and it makes me groan.
“You can talk to me.”
“I’m okay.”
She kisses my head again, and I soak her in. “If you’re evernotokay, you’ll talk to me?”
“Yes, baby.” I unfasten the two buttons and part my shirt, exposing her soft, creamy skin, and lean in to kiss her breastbone, right between her spectacular tits. “You’re fucking incredible. I love your body. Every inch of it.”
She hums and kisses my head again, still combing through my hair with her fingers.
I drag my hand up her side, over her breast, and then up until it circles her throat. Seeing my tattooed hand around her neck does things to me.
I run my thumb over her plump bottom lip, and then she gets sassy and pulls it between her lips, grazing it with her teeth, and I can’t help the smile that comes as an idea forms.
I stand, but before I can turn her around, her fingertips drag over the tattoo on my ribs.
“Why this tree?” she asks quietly. “It’s beautiful, but what’s it for?”
With a frown, I skim my knuckles down her cheek. “Are you serious?”
Her blue eyes jerk up to mine, and she frowns. “Yeah. I’m serious.”
“It’s a willow tree, sweetheart.”
“You got it because it’s strong?”
This woman.
“No, baby, I got it because it’syou.” I lean over and plant my hands on the desk at her hips and brush my lips over hers.
“Me?”
“I wanted you, right here. At my side and by my heart.”
Her breath hitches. “When did you get it?”
I hook her chin on my finger. “About a decade ago.” I kiss her nose. “I have Mom and Dad and Gid on my arm, but the tree is you, sweetheart.”
Her eyes, almost silver in this ambient light, shine as she stares at me.
