She settles back in her seat and with a small smile, nods her head toward the road. “Take me home before Mama Kirby grounds me for breaking curfew.”
Five minutes later, I’m punching in the code to the front gate and pulling the SUV down the driveway. I should be embarrassed that I lost my shit back there, but I feel better than I did before leaving the set that she isn’t upset I couldn’t tell her more about Mia.
I have no doubt that the feeling of dread I felt when she asked about her and the situation I find myself in is what sparked the growing ache the closer we got to the house. For the first time since I started out on this quest to conquer Willow, I was unsure if I would be able to win her over. Not being able to tell her the truth about Mia when I have been begging her to trust me … well, if that isn’t being a hypocrite, I don’t know what is.
It’s time I called Mia and figured out how we can fix this, and quick, because I’ll be fucking damned if that’s what tears Willow from my grasp.
I park in the middle of the circular drive so I’m next to the front door. I put the SUV in park and make myself move to climb from my seat. I keep my eyes on Willow as I walk around the hood, not wanting to look away from her before I have to. Not wanting to lose the feeling having her near does to me.
When I open her door, she grabs her bag and slides from the seat until she’s standing before me. I don’t back up, so when she straightens, our bodies are just a hair away from touching.
“You have no idea how hard it is not to take you right here, Willow,” I groan in complaint. The warmth of her body is causing mine to come alive just knowing how close she is for me to take. I have to tighten my grip on the car door I’m holding open so I don’t reach out and pull her body into mine. “I want you. So fucking badly.”
She blushes and reaches out her hands to timidly run them up my chest before curling her hands around the back of my neck. I close my eyes and savor her touch. I can still feel the heated burn left behind from the path of her hands. She moves her feet forward the inch needed to press her body against mine. There’s no way I can keep my hands off her now.
With my eyes still closed, I let go of the door and allow my hands to grab her hips and pull her roughly against my body, fusing us together. She lets out a small gasp before it turns into a low moan.
Her breathing speeds up and she whispers, “I think I have a pretty good idea just how hard it is, Kane.”
My eyes snap open, and I look down into her eyes. With the soft glow of the lights within the house burning out into the darkness around us, I can make out the slight blush against her pale skin. But it’s her eyes, always those expressive doe eyes, that tell me what I need to know.
She wants me just as furiously as I want her.
“Kiss me,” she pleads.
“Fuck, yeah,” I snarl and crash my lips to hers.
HOLY CRAP.
That kiss.
I didn’t think it was possible for him to beat the kisses I’ve had from him so far, but each one seems to grow in intensity.
And that kiss was … wow.
After reluctantly pulling ourselves apart, he gave me one more slow kiss before walking me to the door. I understood what he meant when he told me that he didn’t want to let me go. I felt the same way as I watched him walk heavy footed away from the porch. Each step he took away from me felt as if some imaginary livewire was violently pulling me.
I haven’t been able to pull myself from the closed front door since walking in and reluctantly shutting it behind me. The cool glass soothes my feverish skin as I rest my forehead against it.
“Shit, Willow. That was hot.”
I spin around and gape at Kirby. She holds up a bottle of wine and two glasses, signaling for me to follow her with a nod. I drop my purse on one of the two chairs to the side of the entryway and follow behind her.
She takes a seat on the couch and I move to the large chair next to the side she settled in. Leaning back, I take a deep breath.
“So? That kiss?”
I look over at Kirby and burst out into a deep laugh, letting the heaviness of the evening and every other overwhelming feeling I’ve felt since this morning rush out of me as I let go of the tightly wound tension in my body.
Kirby smiles, and before you know it, we’ve already polished off the whole bottle and started on the next.
“Tell me again,” she demands, her voice high with excitement.
“Which part?”
“The part about the charity dinner.”
I sigh, remembering how powerful his words were. “He said he felt like he had finally found something he didn’t even know he had been searching for. God, Kirby, how crazy is that?”
She lifts her head from where it had been resting against the couch and looks over at me. Stars dance in her eyes and her expression is just shy of dreamy. “That’s so romantic, Wills! Holy shit! I mean, who would have thought … all this time.”