His blue eyes seemed to warm and he joined her on the bed, giving her one of those tender looks that sent her heart reeling.
He was so beautiful. And he was hers—at least, as much hers as he had ever been.
“I thought about you a lot,” he stated, his fingers moving up the length of her smooth leg. “At night, mostly, but other times, too,” he added with a little smile.
She thought she had better control of herself, but before she could formulate any other response, she blurted, “Were you with anyone else?”
He didn’t look surprised by her question, and it felt like her heart turned into cotton candy when he shook his head no. “If you weren’t you, I wouldn’t even be with you now. It’s not the right time.”
“I know,” she said softly, unable to hold back a grin. “I’m glad. I thought about it sometimes.”
“Me having sex with someone else?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow.
“Just wondering if you were.”
“Well, now you know.”
“I do,” she agreed, her hand moving to rest on his inner thigh. “And I’m pleased,” she informed him, grinning.
“I do like to please you,” he said with a wink.
Willow laughed, then after a few seconds when he didn’t say more, she began, “You’re not gonna ask if I—”
Ethan interrupted, shaking his head. “I don’t want to know, if it’s all the same to you. You may not have noticed, but I can be a little jealous.”
She smiled at his teasing but then his hand drifted between her legs and her lungs betrayed her. Biting down on her lower lip as she stretched out on his bed, she tried to follow the thread of conversation, but she was too distracted by his hands, and the shortness of breath they were causing.
Apparently not as distracted as she was, he concluded, “You’re here with me now, that’s all that matters.”
Melting at the husky timbre of his voice, and then again as he began to tug her panties off, Willow wondered how long it would take her to be as cool as he was sometimes during their encounters. Normally she wasn’t so hot-blooded, but a smile or a look or the briefest touch from him turned her into a breathless maniac, desperate to pull him inside of her.
Not that he seemed to mind.
Working his way up the bed so he hovered over her, Ethan placed a soft, gentle kiss on her mouth as he suddenly plunged a finger inside of her.
Moaning against his mouth, she arched, grabbing his shoulders so she had something to hold onto.
“You’re so fucking responsive,” he murmured lowly, moving his mouth to her ear and biting down gently on the lobe. He was rewarded with a gasp as she moved her hips against his hand, pulling him closer.
“I need you,” she whispered.
Ethan growled low in his throat, pausing, but then continuing his path of kisses down her neck and across her collar bone.
"I love your body," he told her, pushing a second finger inside of her and kissing the swell of her breast. "I want to learn every inch of you."
She immediately wished she would’ve taken the damn bra off before she got into the bed. As his fingers moved more quickly between her legs, she released his shoulders to drag her fingers through her hair, pushing her head back against the pillow.
“How much do you want me?”
“So much,” she answered readily, writhing against the bed.
Dragging his mouth back to hers, he kissed away each helpless moan, driving her desire to a fever pitch with his mouth and his fingers. Then he withdrew his fingers, moving over to the nightstand, and Willow relaxed a little.
At the sound of the foil ripping, she relaxed a lot.
“Come here,” he murmured.
She didn’t know where he wanted her, but she didn’t even care. Moving to her knees, she crawled the few inches toward him and waited to see if he had further instructions.