He filled his hands with her breasts, and she inhaled sharply.
“I want to bury my cock between these gorgeous breasts that you’ve always hated, and not because I’m a boob man. I’m a Willow man. And I want to love every inch of you. I want you to feel how much I love you in the way I touch you and obliterate all your fears.” As he lowered his mouth and teased one taut peak, he watched her reaction, gauging how much dirty talk she could take.
Her eyes darkened, narrowed. Her fingers dug into his sides, and her lips curved up in a sinful grin. “What are you waiting for?”
Oh, hell yes. “In a hurry?”
“Only for you.”
The challenge in her eyes turned him on beyond comprehension. He sucked her breast into his mouth, working the button of her jeans with his free hand. He hooked his hands into either side of her waistband and yanked her pants down to her knees.
“Leave them on,” he demanded, loving the inferno blazing in her eyes as he pushed his hand between her legs and plunged two fingers deep inside her, taking her in a rough, possessive kiss.
She moaned as he sought the magical spot that would bring her up on her toes. Her fingernails dug into his skin as she clung to him, murmuring into the kiss. He brought his thumb into play, teasing her clit as he intensified the kiss even more. Her thighs tightened around his hand, and he knew she was close. He tore his mouth away and clamped it over her breast, sucking her nipple hard enough to send her over the edge.
“Z—oh God. Don’t stop. Harder. Oh my God.”
He loved her through her panting pleas, through the peak, until the very last pulse of her climax. She went limp against him. He lifted her into his arms and strode to the bed. Pulling the pretty blanket to the foot of the bed, he laid her down and rid her of her jeans. She blinked up at him, looking sated and so very trusting it filled him to the brim. His desire to be dirty took a backseat to his need to take her in his arms and love her with all of the tenderness she deserved.
“More dirty talk, please,” she said as sweetly as if she’d said, Please pass the sugar.
“You sure, baby? We don’t have to—”
“I’ve never done dirty talk, and I trust you, Z. I want to do everything with you. I want you to do what you said you wanted to do. To put your”—her eyes dropped to his throbbing cock—“between the girls. I want to let go of all my fears and put it all out on the table.”
He grinned at the thought of her spread-eagle on a table.
“We are not having sex on my table.” She curled her finger, motioning for him to come closer.
“Christ, I’ll never be able to deny you a damn thing.” He propped up pillows at the head of the bed. “Get comfy, precious girl.”
She scrambled up to the head of the bed with a wide smile and leaned back against the pillows like he’d just offered her an ice-cream cone. Her long blond hair cascaded over her breasts. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes locked on his, anticipation glittering back at him. She was his every fantasy come true, only better. Because she was Willow, and she was finally his.
He shook his head slowly. “Touch yourself for me, dirty girl.”
She trapped her lower lip between her teeth, and a second later it sprang free. “You first.”
“I wasn’t sure you’d really want to play this game.” Boy, was he wrong. He held out his hand. “Lick my palm, sweetheart.”
Just watching her lick him was erotic. He fisted his cock, giving it a long, tight stroke. He lifted her hand and sucked two fingers into his mouth, leaving them glistening as he guided them between her legs. Her skin flushed, and she touched herself tentatively, watching him stroke himself.
“Come on, baby. Show me how you like it.”
She slid a little lower on the pillows and began moving her fingers quicker, breathing harder, and he was right there with her. Lust pooled at the base of his spine. Knowing how much she trusted him, how much he loved her, made everything more intense.
“Now will you do it?”
Her plea pulled him from the fog of lust consuming him. “Make love to you?”
She shook her head, looking sweet and seductive at once as she reached for him, then glanced down at her breasts. This was the biggest act of faith she could ever show, and the magnitude of it brought his mouth to hers in a kiss he hoped would convey how deeply he loved her.
“Baby, I adore you for you. You know that, right?”
“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t ask you to do this. Be dirty with me, Z.”
He straddled her hips, his eager erection bobbing between them, and he hesitated. It was almost too much, holding her heart in his hands.
“Talk dirty to me,” she whispered, reaching between his legs.
Her touch cut him loose. “Suck me, baby. Let me feel that wicked and wonderful mouth of yours around my cock.”
Her hair tumbled forward as she took him in her mouth, her eyes trained on his, taunting him as much as she pleasured him. His primal instincts surged forth, pushing away the softer man who had tried to take over. He gripped the base of his cock, staving off his release.
“Get me nice and wet, baby, so we can fulfill our fantasy.” Watching her slick her tongue over the tip and along his shaft nearly made him lose it.
She settled back against the pillows again and pushed her breasts together.
“Wills, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.” Heart, mind, and soul. He leaned his palm against the headboard, nestling his cock between her breasts. “Jesus. I could come like this.”
“That would be a waste.” She reached around him and smacked his ass. “Get to it.”
He pushed his cock through her gorgeous breasts, unable to quell the greedy noises that came with the blissful feel of her warm skin engulfing him. She licked the head each time it appeared, surpassing even his most erotic notions and taking him right up to the brink of release.
“Slow down,” she said. “Let me get my mouth around you.”
He groaned in agony, slowing his pace. As the wide crown pushed between her breasts, her warm mouth clamped down around it, and her tongue swirled over the tip, fraying his restraint. When her hand disappeared between his legs to her slick heat, his resolve shattered. He swept her giggling, squirming, deliciously soft body beneath him and reached for his wallet, quickly sheathing himself.
She wound her arms around his neck and rose off the mattress to align him with her entrance.
“I like being dirty with you,” she said with a wide smile.
“I’m not going to ask how you got so good at that.”
“Lots and lots of porn.”
His eyes widened, and she burst into laughter. “God, you’re gullible.”
“I was just picturing watching porn with you.”
She wiggled her hips. “We could make our own porn, but you talk a lot during sex, so maybe not. I might have to gag you.”
“Oh, baby. Now we’re talking.”
He gathered her in his arms, and she grinned up at him. “You never told me the real reason you went into acting.”