His hot breath is a whispered touch at my core, and my hips try to buck against him. He gives me a gentle bite on the inside of my thigh, and my legs widen, wanting him—no, needing him at my center.
“I’ve dreamed about this a thousand times...” he mutters right before he puts his mouth on me.
His tongue against my clit has me pressing my heels into the floor, lifting my hips. “Uhhhhh,” I moan.
He doesn’t slow down; if anything, he picks up his pace, swiping his tongue across my swollen bundle of nerves and then sucking me into his mouth. The pleasure is immense. He swipes his tongue through my center, and when his finger enters me, I about come and buck him off me. “Fuck, you’re so tight. So tight.” He groans as he pulls his finger back and then back in again. He doesn’t go far but enough for me to feel the rhythm as his tongue makes the same mating motion.
My hips pump against his face. I couldn’t stop if I tried. I’ve had orgasms before but never with someone else, and already I know it’s going to be like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I grip on to the rug underneath me and pull. My whole body is taut, and I know I’m close.
JD lifts his mouth and demands in a thick, sexy voice, “Let go, Willa. Come for me, baby.”
I release the rug and put my hand to the back of his head, holding him to me. His arm over my thigh loosens, and I buck wildly underneath him as he eats me, licks me, and sucks me until I’m writhing and I come with a scream and a flexed body that has zero control.
He doesn’t stop, though. He keeps licking me, taking all my cream, lapping it up as he moans against me.
I’m breathless, and my limbs are limp. I try to lift my head but can’t even do that. He completely took me over the edge, and I still feel like I’m floating. He crawls up beside me and pulls me against his chest. He’s sweaty and breathless, but I love the feel of him against me. He rolls onto his back and pulls me with him so I’m lying half across him. I lift my knee, and he groans when I come in contact with his hard shaft.
“Sorry,” I say instantly and start to move. He reaches for my leg, though, and holds me still. “It’s okay, baby. It’s a good kind of pain.”
I trail my hand down his stomach, but he stops me. I lift my head, searching his face. It’s obvious he’s uncomfortable. “What about you?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t want you to do anything because you feel like you owe me... not for what just happened or for some damn story.”
I raise up on an elbow. “I want to—"
He shakes his head. “Will you go out to dinner with me tonight?”
I flinch, already hating the thought of going out and getting all the stares. I know people will wonder what he’s doing with me. Heck, I’m trying to figure out the same thing. “I don’t know...”
He cups my face and looks at me pleadingly. “Please?”
I can’t deny him. No matter how uncomfortable I am, I can’t tell him no. “Okay.” I lay my head back on his chest. “I don’t want to get up.”
He pulls me flush against him. “Then don’t. Take a nap. Then you can get up, work a little if you want, I’ll answer some more questions, and then we’ll go to dinner.”
I nestle farther into his chest. A nap sounds good. “What about you? Don’t you have something footbally to do?”
I feel the rumble under my cheek as he laughs. “Footbally? I don’t think I’ve heard that before.”
I yawn. “I made it up.”
He strokes my back and then slides his hands down until he’s cupping my ass. “I don’t have any pants on.”
I try to get up, but he holds me still. “It’s okay. Let me hold you, just like this.”
I lift my knee just a little and feel his rock-hard impressive penis against my leg again. “I think you’re a glutton for punishment.”
He’s quiet for a few seconds and then I hear him mutter, “I’ve waited four years for you, Willa. Now that you’re in my arms, I’m not in any rush.”
My mind starts to whirl. My argument from earlier that maybe he planned on having me and then being done comes to surface. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he does want more. But why hasn’t he said anything? He said a week...
“What are you thinking? I can tell your brain is working overtime.”
“Nothing,” I answer quickly.
He grunts, “Nothing,” and I know he doesn’t believe me, but I’m not going to get into it now. I’m going to let this all play out, and hopefully I don’t have a broken heart by the end of it.
Chapter 11
JD
Willa and I slept most of the afternoon. When we woke up, I answered some more questions and left her in my office, telling her I needed to make some phone calls. I spend the rest of the evening planning tonight, and so far, it’s working out perfectly.
When she comes downstairs from getting ready, she looks at me shyly. She has on a long red dress with a black cardigan over it. I meet her at the bottom of the stairs. “You’re beautiful.”
She blushes, and when I pull the flowers from behind my back and hand them to her, she smiles. “Flowers! For me?”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey.”
Her mouth drops. “Oh my gosh, it is Valentine’s Day. And you got me flowers. No one has ever gotten me flowers before.”
She buries her nose in the flowers, and she looks so happy. I’m going to make sure I buy her flowers at least once a week if this is how she reacts. I reach inside of my dinner jacket and pull out a long jewelry box. I have a smaller one in my drawer upstairs that I’m holding for the right time, but when I saw this, I knew it would be perfect.
I hold it up to her. “Open it.”
She’s speechless, looking at me and then at the box. “How? When did you...”
“I timed it perfectly. The jeweler came when you went upstairs to get ready for tonight.”
She gawks at me. “You had a jeweler come here? JD, that’s so expensive, you didn’t have to do that... I don’t…”
I lean in and press my lips to hers. When she stops talking, I pull back and look meaningfully into her eyes. “I wanted to. Now open it.”
She takes it from me, opens the lid, and gasps. She pulls it out of the box and holds it up, staring at me instead of the necklace. “JD, it’s so beautiful.”
She’s so overcome a tear escapes and rolls down her cheek. I kiss it away. “Not as beautiful as you.”
She looks at the necklace. “You make me feel beautiful.”
I pull her chin up to look at me. “You are beautiful.” I hold her until she looks as if she believes me. I swear I’m going to spend the rest of my life telling her every day how beautiful she is.
“Will you put it on me?” she asks.
I take the necklace from her. “With pleasure.”
She turns, and I put the necklace on her, clasping it securely. She turns and looks at me. “I love it.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her I love her. I do. I have for a long time, but I bide my time. The night is just starting, but I’m hoping by the end of it, we have all the cards on the table.