Page 689 of Rock Me All Night
I want our bodies joining as one.
I want to make love to her.
It's cheesy shit, but I don't give a fuck.
This time tomorrow, Willow is going to be my wife.
It's fucking amazing.
It's fucking everything.
As much as I want to drag her to that bed— "I like your idea."
Her hazel eyes bore into mine. "You sure?" She slides her hands into the back pockets of my jeans and palms my ass. "I also like the idea of unzipping your skinny jeans."
"You can unzip them either way. I'm not sleeping in them."
"Tease."
My lips curl into a smile. "You're insatiable, kid."
"You do something to me." She rests her head on my shoulder and melts into my body. "Are you scared?"
"No."
"Nervous?"
I hate admitting it, but I can't hide shit from her. "Yeah."
"Me too." She rises to her tip toes to press her lips to mine.
Fuck, she tastes good.
Like Willow and like home.
Like we're both exactly where we belong.
I didn't realize how empty I was until she filled the hole in my heart.
I didn't know it was possible to feel this complete.
And now I don't care that I'm a cheesy fucker.
I think this kinda shit all the time.
She completes me.
I can say it with a straight face.
Having my arms around Willow, my lips on her lips, my body against hers—it's fucking everything.
