“What are you scared of?” I asked, weaving my fingers through her silky strands.
“Everyone in my life leaves. No one sticks around. My parents are consumed with their new lifestyle since my grandmother passed away and left them a hefty inheritance. No male seems to stick around long enough to form a relationship. I just come to expect everyone to leave me behind.”
“Oh, sweetheart. You should know by now that after searching for a year to find you that I’m not going to give up on you so easily.”
“I wish that I could believe you.” She released a shallow breath and closed her eyes as I continued to work my fingers around her head, massaging her scalp.
“I plan on spending a lifetime proving it to you.”
Her gorgeous eyes opened up and she looked intently at me. What I found wasn’t the strong and passionate woman from Covert. Instead, I found a woman that was showing me a new side of herself. She was vulnerable, timid, and exposed. Words weren’t needed as we searched each other’s gazes, losing ourselves in the depths.
Gently I pressed my lips against hers. It wasn’t a kiss asking for more, though I yearned for her taste. The kiss was a form of understanding of showing her that there was no pressure from me.
Willow’s lips parted, silently begging for more. I wanted to give it to her, but I didn’t want her to believe that this was all that I wanted. What I wished for was all of her: the good, the bad, the ugly sides.
“Eric,” she murmured against my lips. “I’m ready to collect on my dare now.”
“What is you want, beautiful?” I asked as I slipped my hand beneath the fall of her hair, tilting her head to the side so that I can press my lips against the sensitive skin.
“You. Just one more night with you, Eric.”
My lips paused their ascent to the soft spot where her neck met her shoulders and I pulled back to gaze down at the beauty sitting beside me.
“I can’t do that,” I confessed. “If I have you again, it will be for more than just a night. I’m never going to want to let you go again.”
“Eric. . .I. . .” she said breathlessly and I knew that she was fighting an internal war with herself. She wanted to run. Her inability to trust that someone would choose her, and decide to stay, was something she couldn’t seem to comprehend. I did the only thing I could to try and convince her.
“Trust me, Willow. That’s all you need to do and I can give you so much more than just one night of passion. I can give you everything you deserve.”
She contemplated my words as she wove her hands up my chest and into my hair, slipping the strands between her small fingers. Her eyes rapidly searched mine back and forth as I waited patiently for her decision. I had waited a year for her. I could wait a few more minutes.
If I hadn’t been watching her mouth move, I would have missed her agreement on the barest of whispers. “Okay. I trust you, Eric. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
That was all that I needed to hear as I crushed my mouth against hers. My arms fell away from her neck to curve around her back while the other slipped beneath her legs. Effortlessly I lifted her off the couch and began to blindly move toward the bedroom without breaking the connection of our lips.
She tasted like wine and the peach cobbler we had shared at the bowling alley and a flavor that was simply Willow’s. It was a heady mix that I could easily become addicted to.
Finally, my shins collided with the bed frame and I tossed Willow onto the bed, where she landed with a bounce. Her answering giggle was music to my ears as it echoed around the room.
My patience was wearing thin and I quickly yanked the T-shirt I had been wearing over my head and tossed it aimlessly to the side. Willow’s laugh quickly morphed into a groan as her eyes darted across my chest. I could feel her laser-like gaze sear my skin with each pass.
“Fuck,” I groaned as I ran my hands through my hair before leaning forward on the bed, resting my fists on either side of her ankles. The sundress she wore had risen high on her legs, exposing miles of luscious pale skin that I couldn’t wait to feel against my lips.
“What is it?” she asked as she rested up on her elbows.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful. I’ve waited so long to get you back in my bed that I’m afraid I won’t be gentle or slow, and that’s what you deserve tonight. Especially after trusting yourself with me again.”
Moving swiftly across the bed, Willow kneeled in front of me, resting her hands along my muscled chest.
“I don’t want slow and sweet. I want whatever you can give me. My night with you played on repeat almost every day and I’d really like to add a new memory to my dreams. And, Eric, I really really want to feel you,” she added as she slid her hands down my chest toward my abdomen, the tips of her fingers dipping into every crevice and valley of my abs until she landed on the waistband of my pants. With a flourish, she tugged at the material until they pooled at my knees, leaving me standing before the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in a pair of black boxer briefs that were tented in her direction.
I shimmied out of the pants just as she reached for the waistband of my boxers, slipping her hand beneath the stretchy material and pulling it down so that my cock sprung free. It bounced in her direction like a homing device that knew exactly where it needed to be.
Willow’s eyes lit up before me as she focused on my cock, instantly causing my erection to thicken and grow further.
I attempted to take a step back, wanting to focus my attention on Willow, but she reached out and wrapped her small hand around my shaft, her fingers unable to connect around the girth. At first I thought I had died and gone to heaven as she stroked up and down on my erection, but then she licked her lips. That soft pink tongue slipping past her plump lips as if it were begging for an invitation to explore. I went from dying to taking a one-way ticket straight to hell with the thoughts that grew in my mind, all involving Willow and that devilishly delicious tongue of hers.
There was no way that I could form a coherent thought as I watched her lean forward and trace the tip of my cock with her lips and then tongue. It was a blissful agony to feel her tease the tip of my dick with her mouth and a true test in restraint to keep from wrapping her hair in my fist and guiding my shaft into her waiting mouth.
I was going to let her take her time and not force her to move faster than she was ready. Closing my eyes, I savored the feel of every kiss and lick as she explored my erection as if seeing and tasting it for the first time. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed before the feel of heat fully encompassed the tip.
“Shit,” I garbled as Willow slid my erection in and out of her hot mouth, taking me a bit further with each pass. One of her hands continued to stroke the base of my cock while the other cupped my balls in her delicate palm.
It was almost too many sensations happening at one time that I was afraid that this would be over before I was ready.
The familiar sensation grew from my spine and tightened my balls as I groaned out her name in warning. I was too far gone to control my movements and reached for a handful of her thick hair as I jerked and pulsed into her mouth. I could feel her swallow against my tip as my seed traveled down the back of her throat.
“Willow. . .” I moaned as she released my cock from her lips, now plump and red. I had never seen her look as sexy as she did at that moment with her mussed hair and the strap of her dress dangling from her shoulder.