Page 34 of More Trouble
A tear slid down her cheek. I put my glass down, then moved closer to her to brush it away with the pad of my thumb. When she didn’t resist, I traced a line down to her mouth and ran my thumb over her bottom lip. A gasp escaped her, but she didn’t stop me. My other hand slid around the back of her neck, caressing the skin on her nape. Again, she didn’t push me away. I pulled her towards me.
“Is this too much?” I whispered as I bent close to her.
Gently, she shook her head. “No, I think it would be about right.”
Our lips crashed together, reigniting the bond between us. We melted into each other. We’d been each other’s first. There was a simple familiarity between us, yet it felt new and exciting; real. Everything I hoped it would be.
“Andre,” Willa moaned, her body arching against mine.
I knew if we continued, I wasn’t going to want to stop. But I didn’t want to do anything Willa didn’t want to. If she wasn’t ready, I would wait. I’d have to. My hands went to the buttons on her shirt, fumbling as I began to undo them. Hers fisted in the hem of my t-shirt and drew it up and off over my head. I bent my head to her breasts, encased in a simple, white lacy bra. Her body was still as perfect as ever. I could almost feel her heart beating, the thump if it was so strong.
My fingers inched farther along the smoothness of her skin. Deeper. Lower. Willa’s breath hitched as I slid underneath the waistband of her jeans. She wriggled a little, so she lay on her back on the sofa and gently, I covered my body with hers. I didn’t want anything to be rushed or hurried. I didn’t want to scare her off. I’d waited so long to do this again. I brushed her blonde hair away from her face, meeting her glassy gaze. I hoped she wanted this as much as I did.
“Are you sure?” I had to ask. I couldn’t bear to take advantage of her when she was vulnerable.
Hell, we both were vulnerable.
She put a fingertip to my lips and nodded, dragging me towards her.
Our mouths crashed together hard and it was as if we were breathing in the soul of each other.
It was so right.
The years slipped away, and I was back in my teenage bedroom making out with the woman I loved.
But this was no teenage fumbling. Our bodies fit together as if we’d never been apart, each of us knowing exactly how to bring the other pleasure. My dick pulsed painfully against my fly. As if sensing it, Willa unbuttoned my jeans and took me in her hand, exactly as she had all those years ago. I screwed up my eyes, desperate for this not to be over quickly, for me not to embarrass myself, trying to focus on anything else apart from Willa’s touch. I craved her so intensely, it hurt.
For a second, I drew back, my scalp prickling.
“Andre, I don’t want to stop. Make love to me, please.” Willa whispered the words so softly I almost didn’t hear her.
We both shed our remaining clothes and I rolled on a condom.
It was gentle, familiar, almost pure.
It reminded me of the first time we slept together.
It was like starting over.
I rocked slowly inside her, remembering the rhythm that worked best for us. Willa’s fingernails grazed down my spine, the softness turning me on more than a wildcat’s scratch ever did. She grasped my hips, controlling the motions, drawing me deep into her. I took a moment to observe her; eyes shut tight, mouth open slightly, tongue running along her lower lip as she tried to control herself. Exactly as she had always done.
The memory was all it took, and I exploded. All the pent-up grief and emotion I’d harbored erupted, leaving in its place a sense of calm and hope. I collapsed on top of her and she embraced me, arms wrapped solidly around my torso. Her face was wet against my shoulder.
I tilted her chin so I could see her. “Hey, no tears.”
“I’m sorry, it’s…”
“I know.” Gently, I kissed her forehead.
Making love to Willa again brought back so many memories. Simpler times when we didn’t have to worry about the real world, back when everything had existed in our teenage bubble. Until I’d ruined it.
I’d do anything to make up for it.
Anything.
“Would you ever consider coming back to Cali Cross for good?” I asked her a little while later. Nestled against my chest, I couldn’t see Willa’s face as she answered.
“Why would I do that? I’ve got a flourishing business and good friends.”
