“How about you give me the three months you agreed to and stop skipping to the end? You aren’t one of those people who reads the end of a book first, are you? Because that might be a dealbreaker for me.”
That made her lips curl up in a smile. “Absolutely not. You have to get all the details. The middle is the best part.”
“This is the middle,” I said as I skimmed my fingers up and down her hip. “Enjoy it.”
“It’s only been a week . . .”
“Fine, then. We’re still in the beginning. And I’m fine with that, because if this is the beginning, then the middle is gonna be really fucking good. Just don’t skip to the end. Or else I’ll start reading all the endings of your books before I start the first chapter.”
Willow looked over her shoulder. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
“Please don’t read my books,” she muttered as she settled back on the pillow.
“Too late. I started listening to them while you were asleep on the drive here.”
Willow groaned. “Great.”
“Yeah. They are.” I eased up onto my elbow and brushed her hair away from her face. “I like your brain. I like how you see the world.”
“Ryan.”
I dotted her shoulder with a kiss. “Hmm?”
“I can feel your dick against my ass.”
Fucking morning wood.
“Sorry,” I said as I eased away from her and rolled to my back. “I thought you were beautiful when we met in New York, but the way you look when you first wake up might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Willow groaned and flopped onto her stomach, burying her face in my pillow. “That’s such a line.”
I adjusted the front of my shorts. "It doesn't make it any less true. And if you need proof?—”
Willow whipped the pillow out from under her head and smacked me with it. “Oh my God. If you pull out your dick and?—”
I caught the pillow and gently bopped her on the head with it. “You know, I like the way it sounds when you talk about my dick.”
She grabbed the pillow and whacked me in the gut. “I’ll chop it off and shove it down your throat.”
I slid across the mattress and had her pinned to the bed in two seconds flat. I shackled her wrists above her head and trapped her hips to the bed with my shins on her thighs. “Ah.See, but then you’d have to put your hand on my dick. And I’m pretty sure I said you’d have to beg to do that. I’m all about consent.”
Willow’s green eyes glowed like some kind of lethal magic. Slowly, her irises lowered, down my face to my chest, then my abs, then my shorts. Bubblegum lips parted as she sucked in a sharp breath.
“You say that like you’re some kind of a good guy.”
I grinned and tightened my grip on her wrists as I leaned forward and grazed the shell of her ear with my teeth. “I think you want a good guy,” I said as a low growl danced through the words. “But you’d rather be fucked by a bad one.”
Willow’s breath caught in her throat, and she swallowed. I watched as the languid tendons constricted.
I held on to her wrists with one hand and pushed her thighs apart with my knees. She gasped, then bit her lip to keep quiet.
I ghosted my fingers up and down her inner thigh. “It’s much more fun anyway.” I stopped before the dip along the inside of her thigh that led to where I wanted to explore the most. “But since you think I’m a good guy, I won’t make you beg long. ‘Please’ will suffice.”
The doorbell rang before she could say a word, and I swore under my breath. I released my grip on her wrists, but she didn’t lower her arms. Not immediately, anyway.
The ding-dong echoed through the house again.
