The first lick sends jolts through my body, and I would fall off the table if he wasn’t holding me in place. His tongue is an expert, dipping in and out of me, before he slips it out to suck on my clit. When he uses it to separate my folds for a better angle, my toes arch toward the ceiling.
Ache blossoms through my chest, and the need for an orgasm pushes at me even harder. His hands move up and down my legs as he pleasures me, and I make sure I’m balanced well enough before reaching down and pushing a finger inside myself. I work in sync with his tongue the same way he did when I was sucking him off earlier.
Our connection is what ends me. My back comes off the table, my legs buckling against his shoulders, and I never want to come down from this orgasm as it shoots through me.
“Say my name,” he groans, still working his tongue in me.
I do as I was told—not screaming it at the top of my lungs, but repeatedly gasping it out.
He slowly releases my legs with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Damn, I love the sound of that when my face is shoved in your pussy.”
He gets up and goes to help me down from the table, but I stop him.
“I want to fuck you.”
He’s shocked at my outburst. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I fully plan on doing that—multiple times—but let’s save the table sex for another time. I want you in your bed.”
I grunt when he picks me up in his arms, newlywed-style, and he races to the bedroom. As badly as I want this, I still have nervousness riding through me like a hurricane. We’re taking a big step here.
This isn’t a quick blow job in the shower.
This is sex—something so intimate for the both of us. Neither one of us sleep around, so this is a big deal, especially for him.
I don’t want him to freak out this time and feel like he’s betraying Lucy by sleeping with me.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask when he carefully lowers me onto the bed.
He doesn’t respond until I give him full eye contact. “I’ve never been surer.” He situates himself between my legs, and his cock impales me with no warning.
I constrict around him while he gives me time to adjust to his size. I know the situation I’m getting into with his first thrust. His first moan tells me I’m not making the wrong decision.
He starts out slow, which frustrates me. This is something I’ve wanted for months. I tilt my hips up to give him a better angle, excite him, and hint that I want more.
Harder. Faster. More.
It works.
He pounds into me rougher, sweat building up along his forehead, and groans with every stroke.
“Say my name,” I whisper. “Tell me who you’re in bed with.” It’s my turn to show ownership.
“Willow,” he says, his eyes drinking in my face … my body.
We slow down when he stretches forward to take my lips with his, and he devours my mouth.
“I’m in Willow’s bed, fucking Willow, and Willow is about to make my dick explode.”
I kiss him until he pulls away to fuck me harder. That’s when I place my hands over my stomach to hide it. I’ve never been an insecure person, but I’ve gained weight. A lot of weight. My stomach is no longer flat. I see myself as less attractive.
“Don’t,” he demands in a raspy voice. “Let me see what we did together.”
I slowly drag them away, and he grasps my hands in his, placing them over my head and tightly holding them.
I shudder underneath him, coming undone, and scream out his name again.
There’s no doubt everyone in the building heard that one.
He jerks and gives me two more thrusts before releasing himself inside me.
“Fuck,” he grunts, breathing as hard as I am. “That was fucking amazing.”
I’m still catching my breath when he collapses next to me. We’re a sticky and sweaty mess. Pretty sure I’ve burned off every calorie of those tacos.
I turn my focus on him. “You work an appetite back up?”
He smirks. “I had a very filling dessert.”
His answer makes me tingle. Tingle. This is the first time I’ve ever felt myself do that.
“I’m starving, and I don’t like eating alone if I don’t have to. Lucky for you, I have a pantry full of ramen noodles.”
He chuckles. “Fucking ramen noodles.”
I’m falling for this man who is broken, a little ruined, a bit of a disaster … and who gave up on love.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Willow
I tense when the bed shifts behind me.
He yawns.
Then, he heads to the bathroom.
What happens now?
God, why am I so paranoid every morning after?
We went back to the kitchen last night and didn’t have ramen noodles. Instead, we had ice cream, and then he did fuck me on the table after licking our dessert off my chest. We were exhausted, and I’d reached my exercise goal for the month, so he suggested a movie. I introduced him to my favorite black-and-white film, Casablanca, and we passed out before reaching the end. He carried me to bed, kissed me good night, and wrapped his arms around me. It felt good to be held, relaxed me, and I was back to sleep in seconds.
His next move this morning will tell me everything I need to know about our relationship—or possible lack thereof. Him not bailing at the hotel doesn’t count, doesn’t ease my mind, because he had an obligation to stay with me. He didn’t have a working car, and Stella would’ve kicked his ass if he’d left me stranded.
I brace myself for whatever is about to happen when he comes around the bed and drops to one knee, so we’re eye-level.
His lips curl up as he edges closer. “I didn’t want you to assume I was sneaking out. I have to pick up Maven from camp.”
I smile. “Do you mind if I come along?”
What the hell am I thinking?
“You up for another road trip with me?”
“Why not?” I want to spend all my time with him.
My smile grows when he kisses my forehead.
“All right, get dressed, and we’ll be on our way. I’ll grab my clothes from the truck.”
I hop out of bed like I’m ten and it’s Christmas, and I scurry to the bathroom.
Our relationship shifted into something last night—something that exceeds friends but isn’t quite into the whole relationship thing yet.
Friends with benefits?
Co-parenting with benefits?
Sex, not love?
“Oh my gosh, this is so cute,” I say when we pull into the camp parking lot. “It’s not like the movies but still cool.”
Dallas cocks his head toward my stomach. “Can’t wait for our little ones to join Maven here in a few years.”
“A few years? You mean, six?”
“I started coming here in Pampers.”
I slap his shoulder. “You are such a liar.”
Maven comes running our way as soon as we get out of the truck.
“Daddy!” she screams. “You brought Willow! This is the bestest day ever!”
I lose a breath when she rushes into me and wraps her tiny arms around my waist.
“Hey now,” Dallas says, coming up behind her and peeling her away from me. “What am I, chopped liver? You haven’t seen your dad in a week, and you roll right past me.”