taking my cum.” Behind those big, black frames, she blinks at my words, and I wonder if anyone has ever talked dirty to her before. Softening a bit, I tell her, “I’m not going to rush this, Willow. We only get to do this buildup for the first time once, and when I get inside you, I’m going to want to stay there forever, so I’m going to enjoy this part and drive us both crazy until we can’t stand it anymore. Make me earn it, make me work for you. Don’t give in to me too fast because as soon as you do, I won’t be able to stop.”
Her smile returns in increments. “How do you make it sweet that you don’t want to have sex with me? Most guys would take the easy lay.”
“I’m not most guys,” I tell her. “And you’re not an easy lay. You’re . . . everything.”
Shit. Cat’s out of the bag now.
I watch her carefully, hoping she doesn’t bolt. To my delight, her smile grows to the point where her eyes crinkle at the edges in true happiness.
Relief washes through me, and before she can think on it too much more, I dive back into her for another kiss, returning us to the crazy beauty of this madness.
Her tongue thrashes against mine, and I moan at the power of her hunger. Weaving my fingers into her hair, I tilt her head to the side and trace down the line of her neck, nipping and kissing my way to her collarbone, which I lave with my tongue. She tastes like salt and sweetness, and I lap at her skin for more.
Her hands grip at my shirt, fisting the cotton before splaying wide to roam over my abs. I flex beneath her touch, wanting to rip my shirt off and feel her palms against my skin. But I don’t. If I start taking off clothes, I’ll have my jeans around my thighs and her shorts around her knees in an instant.
But shirts don’t have to come off to get at what I want. I slide the strap of her tank top off her shoulder, giving myself room to work, and push the neckline lower. With one finger, I follow the edge of the black cotton bra I find. I can see her nipple through the thin material and groan. “Mmm, sweetheart.” She arches beneath my touch, giving me silent permission to go further, and I swipe my thumb over the nub through the fabric, feeling it harden even more.
Needing to see her, I pull the cotton down to expose her small tit. I knead at the skin roughly, making tight circles around her dusky pink nipples. “So pretty,” I growl before I suck as much of her skin into my mouth as I can. I form a tight seal around her nipple, sucking and teasing at her with my tongue at the same time.
“Oh!” she cries out, leaning back with one hand supporting her on the bar as the other rests on my shoulder. I feel the bite of her nails into my skin and take it as a sign that I’m getting to her, especially as I feel her hips buck on the bar, searching for my cock.
Shoving the other triangle of her thin bra down, I give that mound some love and attention too. I lay worshipping kisses all over her exposed body, breasts, chest, neck, shoulders, then work my way back up to her mouth.
My hands go to her thighs as we kiss, squeezing and kneading the warm satin skin I find there. Getting higher and higher, my thumbs are on the edge of her pussy beneath her shorts. Her ankles wrap around my legs, holding me in place as if I have anywhere else I’d rather be right now. I can feel the heat of her core, am right on the edge of testing her wetness beneath her panties—going slow be damned—when a loud bang on the door interrupts us.
“Willow? You good?” a voice booms.
“What the fuck?” I mutter, instantly on alert.
Willow jumps off the bar, yanking her bra and shirt back in place as she strides to the door. I beat her there, covering the distance in furious strides. I throw an arm out, keeping her behind me with a forceful look. It’s two in the morning and no one should be bothering her. The very idea makes my blood run ice-cold. Great Falls is safe, but Willow is precious.