I rested my forehead against Willow’s, the tip of my nose grazing the bridge of hers. “Because when I kiss you, I don’t want it to be rushed. I want to memorize every line on your lips like it’s a letter written just for me. Every time you feel my tongue against yours, I’m writing promises to you. Because every time I taste you, all I can think is that, if kissing you was my last meal, I’d die a happy man. So let me take my fucking time. Because it’s not just a kiss. Not to me. One kiss is all I get, so I’m going to make it count.”
Her hands stilled, and I let out a silent sigh of relief. My dick was already at half-mast. Any closer, and I would have had a tent in my shorts.
“What are you doing for the rest of the day?” I asked as I took a small step back.
Something indescribable passed across her eyes. It looked a lot like annoyance, but I wasn’t entirely sure that’s what it was.
She glanced over her shoulder at the bedroom door. “Honestly, I was just going to rot in bed. I got up early and finished my workday before I went to lunch.”
“Perks of self-employment,” I quipped with a half-smile. “Want me to join you?”
Her eyebrows lifted, but her eyes narrowed. “You . . . want to join me in bed?”
“I love a good doom scroll as much as the next guy. Or we could put a movie on.”
“I’d be fine with a movie.”
We reconvened in the bedroom with my laptop and sat side-by-side in bed as we filtered through our options.
In all honesty, I was fine with anything. Willow was the one who couldn’t decide. She wasn’t in the mood for a comedy. She didn’t want a romantic movie. Action movies were too loud, and she didn’t want something boring or overly dramatic. Horror movies weren’t her thing.
After perusing every streaming service’s catalogue, she sat back with a huff and closed my laptop. “They don’t make good movies anymore.”
I had a hunch that there were plenty of good movies, she just wasn’t in the headspace to enjoy them.
I set my laptop on the nightstand and draped my arm around her shoulders. “Tell me something,” I said as I gently stroked the tip of her shoulder with looping, abstract shapes.
“What?”
“Anything,” I said as I looked down at her. “Tell me something about you that I don’t know.”
Willow looked down and trailed her fingers along the edge of my gym shorts, making goosebumps dance along my thigh. “That I think we should skip the Netflix part of Netflix and chill.”
Back and forth. Back and forth. She just kept teasing that single strip of skin along the edge of my shorts.
I leaned down and pressed my lips to her temple. “Tell me something that I don’t already know.”
Her lips curled up. “How about that I’mreallygood with my mouth?”
I had underestimated Willow Winslet. She had been playing the long game. And she was really fucking good at it. Because, with those nine words, she nearly killed me.
I sat back against the headboard, closed my eyes, and let out a slow breath.
“Damn. That looks uncomfortable.”
I didn’t have to look to know that my dick was flying high thanks to the mesh fabric. “I’ll be just fine,” I clipped through gritted teeth.
I peered out of the corner of my eye and caught Willow inspecting her nails like she didn’t have a care in the world. When I didn’t make a move, she did. Willow slid over and straddled my lap.
Her eyes flicked down to my cock. “You should take care of that.” Her pink lips turned up. “Or you can let me take care of it.”
God, I fucking wanted her to.
I did my best to ignore the unruly erection and met her eyes. “You still haven’t told me something I don’t already know about you,” I said as I tried to think about anything other than how much I wanted to fuck her.
That inexplicable look she had worn in the kitchen was back, but this time I pulled it apart piece by piece.
There was surprise, embarrassment, confusion, and hurt.
