“You give me enough game play to last a lifetime.” He tightened his arms around her waist, bringing her closer.
She refused to read into what he just said. Refused, refused, refused.
“I don’t need anything else as long as I have you by my side.”
“Nick…” God, his words were killing her. Not to mention the sincerity written all over his face. She’d never, ever seen him look at her like this, his gaze full of solemn reverence. Like he wanted to keep her around.
Forever.
…
Nick waited for Willow to push him away. Or worse, make some sarcastic remark and ruin the moment completely.
But she didn’t. She stood before him like some sort of naked goddess, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders, covering her breasts. She trembled in his arms, her hands combing through his hair, her gaze steady on his.
Damn. This was a moment. One that he knew would be etched in his memory for the rest of his life. The night he knew he’d fallen completely in love with Willow.
“Come here,” he murmured, falling backward on the bed, taking her with him. She fell on top of him, soft and warm, her breasts nestled against his chest, her face in his. Bracing herself with her hands, she lifted away from him, sitting up so she straddled him.
“I’ve always been a fan of this position,” she said with a smile, shifting against him.
The serious moment was gone, which was probably best. She didn’t want to hear any proclamations of love. Hell, he wasn’t necessarily ready to make them either. But still. It was there. Thumping through his heart, flowing through his blood, skimming over his skin.
Love. Love for Willow. He was fucking in love with her. He was the man for her.
Did she realize his intentions yet? Or did she think he still only thought of her as a hot piece of ass?
Well, she was a hot piece of ass, but there was so much more to her. Smart. A little sassy. Sexy as hell. Thoughtful. Daring. Driven. Full of so much fire he had a hard time controlling her sometimes.
He sorta liked that.
“I like this position, too,” he said as she started to move, rocking against him, teasing the hell out of him considering he still had his underwear on. Her breasts swayed with the movement, her hips undulating against his, and he gripped her by the waist again, stopping her. He wanted to feel nothing but skin on skin between them. Fuck the barriers. They needed to shed both the physical and the emotional ones. “You trying to kill me?”
She smiled. “Always. You sort of deserve it.”
“Witch,” he murmured, pleasure rippling through him when she moved away so she could tug down his underwear. “You want me to die?”
“Not really. You want me to cast a spell on you?” She quickly disposed of his briefs, tossing them on the floor before she climbed back on top of him.
He laughed at her not really response. “I think that’s already happened, darlin’. I’m completely captivated.” Lord help him, wasn’t that the truth?
“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” She ground against him. All that wet heat was a complete tease on his aching dick. Damn, she felt good. Too good. He could probably come like this if she kept that up.
“Grab a condom before I explode,” he said through clenched teeth, desperate to be inside her. It took no time, and he wanted her. He always wanted her—didn’t think he’d grow tired of her anytime soon, either.
“Yes, sir.” She plucked one from the bedside table and within moments, he was suited up, moving inside her. She kept a slow, sensuous rhythm, riding him shamelessly, her head back, her eyes closed, hands braced on his chest, breasts bouncing.
Fuck, she was beautiful like this. He was tired of pretending what they were doing meant nothing. Time to take it to the next step.
But would she want to?
He hadn’t lied when he told her she kept him on his toes. He was never sure what she could be thinking, what she wanted to do next. If she might turn on him or be sweet and accepting—though lately she was more on the sweet and accepting side, thank Christ. She still liked to indulge in the sassy attitude, which he didn’t mind.
Was she putting up some sort of facade, though? Pretending with him, going through the motions? The sex between them was phenomenal. He knew she felt the connection they shared.
He just wasn’t sure if she was willing to take it further.
“Nick.” She moaned his name, and he opened his eyes to find her watching him, grinding on him, her hips working. He gripped her waist to slow her down because damn, he wanted this to last.