Nick picked her up as if she weighed nothing, and she wrapped her legs around him, feeling the hard ridge of his erection press against her. She circled her arms around his neck, burying her hands in his hair and studying him as a gnawing hunger grew within her.
Just seeing him made her want him. Having him touch her, kiss her, talk to her, she wanted him. Naked and beneath her. Over her. His mouth on hers, his hands everywhere…
“I want you,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t, considering you’re blackmailing me to go on these dates with you, but I do.”
He tipped his head, nuzzled his nose against hers. It was so sweetly unexpected that all the breath left her lungs in one shaky exhalation. “I know I’m not handling this in the most orthodox manner, but fuck it. And your words are music to my ears, Will. You don’t know how good it is to hear that.”
Before she could say anything else, he kissed her. Crushed his mouth to hers, his tongue thrusting deep, his moan ragged as he cupped her head and held her to him. She reveled in his kiss, his tongue tangling with hers, his other hand gripping her butt as he carried her back to her room.
How he knew where her room was, she didn’t know, but she couldn’t question him, didn’t want to as he took her back there and deposited her on the mattress. She landed with a bounce, staring up at him, her breaths coming in rapid pants.
“Get undressed,” he growled, and she did without hesitation. He said he’d be the one who undressed her but forget it. She was too anxious. She shed her hoodie, her yoga pants, peeled off her socks, until she sat on the edge of her bed in just a plain white bra and panties. “Take it all off.”
“Why don’t you take it off for me?” she taunted, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs.
Fire lit his eyes as he bent over her, his big hands settling on her hips as he curled his fingers around the thin fabric of her panties. Without a care, he tore them off her body, the flimsy cotton turned to shreds by his hands, and a fresh surge of moisture flooded her sex.
“Want me to do the same to your bra?” He lifted a brow.
Oh, my God. He was acting like a completely different person. No more easygoing Nick. Now he was growly, animalistic Nick. Tear her panties to bits and look at her like he wanted to eat her alive Nick.
She liked it. Heaven help her, she fucking loved it.
“No,” she whispered as she reached behind her, undoing the clasp and ridding herself of her bra as quickly as she could. She happened to really like that bra and didn’t want to see it destroyed. Even though the way he did that was kinda hot…
“That’s more like it. Lay back down and spread your legs.” When she gaped, he nodded once. “Go on. Show me what you got, Will.”
“You know exactly what I’ve got.” He’d seen it up close and personal long ago. Just thinking of how they used to be together sent a fresh rush of longing through her.
“It’s been a while. Maybe I want to admire it. Like you’re a work of art hanging on a wall in the middle of a museum.” He tilted his head, waved a finger at her. “Go on. Spread those pretty thighs. Let me see.”
Willow leaned back on her elbows and slowly spread her legs, smiling faintly when he tipped his head and blatantly stared at her. Oh God, it was such a turn on, putting herself on such obvious display for him. He liked what he saw, she could see it in his expression, the way he licked his lips, worked his jaw.
“Maybe you should take your clothes off too. You said you would,” she murmured.
“You’re right, I sure did.” He ripped his T-shirt off and let it fall from his fingers. His bare chest gleamed in the dim light the single bedside lamp threw out, highlighting every dip and shadow. Seeing the black tribal tattoo around his upper arm made her want to lick it. She wanted to lick every one of his tattoos. His shoulders and pecs were broad, his stomach flat and rippled with muscle. A narrow trail of dark hair led from his navel beneath his jeans, and she wanted to follow that path, knowing exactly where it led.
To a most impressive package.
“Your jeans next.” She closed her legs, noted how his brows scrunched when she did so. “Come on. I’m not sharing until you share.”
“Driving a hard bargain, are you?” Pleasure laced his deep voice as he kicked off his shoes and then shed his jeans and underwear, leaving him standing at the foot of her bed magnificently naked. Impressively erect.
Her mouth watered as memories flooded her. How good sex had always been between them. He’d figured out rather quickly her every weak spot. How she loved it when he kissed her neck, her belly, the inside of her thighs. He would kiss her for long, blissful hours, leaving her drunk on his taste, her lips sore from his gentle assault. They’d spent almost every single day together that summer—at the very least, the nights. Long, wicked nights naked in each other’s arms, making love until they fell into an exhausted heap, tangled around each other.
She could have that now. Right now.
She wanted it. Was desperate for it, for him. Time supposedly helped moments fade into distant memories. Yet she could recall every moment with Nick.
For once in her life, she wasn’t going to weigh the risk. She was going after what she wanted.
And what she wanted more than anything was Nick. Buried deep inside her, his fingers gripping her hair, moaning her name in her ear as he came.
Oh yeah. She so wanted that.
Chapter Nine
Aw hell, she was gorgeous, her slender legs spread, thighs trembling, pretty pink goodness all on display. He was hard as a rock, ready to jump her like a randy idiot, lacking finesse and whatever else he needed to make her sigh and moan and fall apart beneath him.