He kissed her tenderly at first, then urgently and exploringly. Passion pounded through her veins, blood rushed through her ears, and when he moved down her body and brought his mouth to her sex, she thought she might pass out from the sheer pleasure radiating through her. He brought her right up to the peak, holding her there so long she was sure she’d stopped breathing, and then she shattered into a million pieces, time and time again, until her body went limp. When he reached for his wallet and tore open the little square package with his teeth, she feared she had no energy left. But as he sheathed his hard length, her body awakened again, pulsing and quivering with anticipation.
She felt the broad head of his cock at her entrance, his powerful thighs nestled between hers. He came down over her, and she rose to meet him, crushing her mouth to his and kissing him like she needed him to breathe. And at that moment, she did. Maybe she always had.
“Look at me, baby,” he said into the kiss.
Entranced by his words and the emotions in his eyes, she tried to hold his gaze, but as he entered her, the pleasure was too intense. He unraveled her, inch by glorious inch, and as emotions she’d been carrying for years flooded her, her eyes fluttered closed.
He touched his cheek to hers, whispering as he buried himself deeper inside her, “Jesus, I’ve missed you.”
His arms pushed beneath her, cradling her body against his, until even air couldn’t fit between them. Their mouths came together as they began to move, and he kissed her so deeply, so lovingly, years of pent-up emotions came rushing forward. Her legs wound around his waist. He penetrated deeper, took her rougher. She clawed at his back, pleas streaming from her lips. She felt free for the first time in forever, and when he buried his face in her neck and said, “Come with me, baby,” there was no holding back.
“Willow, Willow, Willow,” he ground out as they found their mutual release, and she knew her name would never sound the same again.
CHAPTER NINE
ZANE LAY ON his back beside Willow as they came down from the explosive pleasures of their lovemaking. He rid himself of the condom, then pulled her close again.
“Jesus, Wills. That was even better than I remembered, and I remembered it as pretty damn amazing.”
She pushed up on her elbow. Her golden hair spilled over her breasts, tickling his chest. “I should hope it’s better. We were kids. What did we know back then?” She brushed her fingers over his chest hair. “Well, you knew what you were doing, but I was totally lost.”
He grimaced against what he’d led her to believe. “You weren’t lost. You knew exactly what you wanted and you’d planned it to the nth degree, from your fluttering lashes while you convinced me to believe your ridiculous notion that we wouldn’t feel a damn thing.”
Her brows knitted as she reached across his chest for the cupcake. Feeling her breasts crushed against him as she scooped frosting onto her finger and sucked it off brought another rush of heat, and he felt himself getting hard again.
“It wasn’t ridiculous. It worked.” She scooped up another heap of frosting.
“If you put that finger in your mouth, I can’t be held responsible for the outcome.”
Her eyes narrowed, and she swirled her tongue over the frosting.
“Willow,” he warned, gripping her arms.
She closed her lips around her finger with a challenging look in her eyes. “Mm.”
In one swift move she was beneath him, laughing as he reached for his wallet again.
“How many of those do you carry?” She rose and kissed his chest.
“Stocked up before I met you at the resort. Just in case.”
She gasped and laughed at once. “You pig. You knew we’d end up having sex!”
He eyed her as he tore open the package. “Hoped.”
“Whatever.” She was still smiling.
He held the little square packet out. “You don’t want this?”
She trapped her lower lip between her teeth, but her unstoppable smile gave away the truth. Still, he needed to hear it from her. He was already in too deep. His emotions hadn’t just gotten away from him; they’d obliterated everything except what he felt for Willow.
“Tell me, Wills, because if the game stops here, I need to know. I meant what I said about us.” He lowered his body over hers, kissing the edges of her lips. “I want to feel.” He nipped at her jaw, feeling her arch up beneath him. “I want to touch.” He slanted his mouth over hers, kissing her so intensely it should be criminal. “I want you, baby.”
“Me, too.” She smiled up at him. “I just wish I was the one who had tricked you into this fake relationship.”
He couldn’t hide his surprise.
“What?” she snapped. “I hate that you orchestrated this. It gives you control.”
He rolled off her and onto his back, waving toward his body. “Control me, baby. Every which way you’d like.”
Her eyes flamed, and just as quickly, a lethal calmness washed over them. She eyed the condom, eyed his cock, and licked her beautiful lips again. He loved seeing her set the vixen inside her free, but fuck, she was determined to make him lose his shit. He saw it in her eyes as she straddled him, trapping his erection flat against his abdomen. She laced their hands together on either side of his head and began sliding along his hard length. Her hair tumbled around them, curtaining their faces.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to torture you,” she said with sultry huskiness.
“Sweetheart, you’ve been torturing me for years.” He craned up to capture her mouth, but she drew away with a wicked—and gratified?—smile.
“I have better things in mind for that mouth of yours.” She arched above him, lowering one heavy breast toward his mouth.
Good fucking Lord, you can torture me anytime you please.
Between her breast in his mouth and her slick heat moving hard and quick over his erection, he was going to lose it. She controlled the speed, shifted her breast to give him access to the other, still holding his hands prisoner.
“Baby,” he said as she reached for a condom. “Another minute of that and I’m going to come.”
She sheathed his cock, guided him inside her, and pinned his hands beside his head again. They both moaned as her body swallowed him to the root. She arched back, riding him as adeptly as a rodeo champion, her incredible breasts bouncing just out of reach. Every time he thrust his hips, she stopped moving, her sharp green eyes driving into him. She wanted complete control, and it was killing him to hand over the reins, to allow her to slow her efforts as she climaxed again and again, bringing him to the brink of madness. Just when he didn’t think he could take another second of her tightness pulsing around him, she quickened her pace, releasing his hands and catapulting them both into an earth-shattering release.
Willow collapsed on top of him, trying to catch her breath. “Wow.”
He ran his hands over her slim waist, along the flare of her hips, and gave her ass a smack.
“Hey!” She lifted her eyes to his.
“That’s for torturing me.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Jesus, baby. You blew my mind.”
She made a sleepy sound, snuggling against him.
“Wills, I need to get rid of the condom.”
She whimpered, and he wrapped his arms around her, not wanting to move a muscle, either, but unless they wanted a mess, he needed to deal with this. He shifted out from beneath her, earning another whimpery, moany complaint as he took care of the condom.
He kissed her shoulder again, coming down beside her.
Her eyes popped open. “Skinny-dip?”