Page 117 of Yearning For Her

His lower lip stuck out in an exaggerated pout. “Why not both?”

“Because we both know my clothes would end up back on the floor and I’ll definitely miss this appointment.” She slipped her dress on, wiggling her hips to get it into place.

“That’s no fun, Violet.”

“Be a good boy, and I’ll reward you later.”

He grinned and stepped back into the hallway, vanishing from sight. Willow let out a steadying breath and continued her search while reaching back to try to zip her dress the rest of the way.

Where had she put her shoes? She couldn’t recall if she’d taken them off in here, or if she’d had them on while Kian had taken her flying.

No, I definitely had them on.

She remembered stumbling in her high heels after Kian had set her down on the terrace last night. So they were either in the bathroom, and she’d simply not noticed them in her rush, or they were somewhere in his bedroom.

Or had she taken them off in the art room?

Willow combed her fingers through her hair, frowning as they caught on a few tangles. She’d have to race home so she could get cleaned up and changed, grab her tablet with her portfolio, and get to the restaurant to meet her client in time. She didn’t have time to hunt down her damn shoes!

“Allow me,” Kian purred behind her. Willow straightened, gasping at his sudden presence, but he slid up her dress’s zipper before she could turn around. She shivered.

God, she wished he were pulling it down instead. Wished she could—

“Here you go, little mortal.” His hand appeared over Willow’s shoulder, dangling her shoes in front of her.

“Oh. Thank you.” She reached for the shoes, but he lifted them away.

“Sit down, Willow.”

She looked back at him. He’d put on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. His wings were gone, and his features were masked by his glamour.

“I’ve never seen you dressed so casually before,” Willow said.

Mischief danced in his eyes as his free hand crept toward the hem of his shirt. “I could go more casual, if you prefer.”

Willow leveled a finger at him. “Clothes on.”

Kian chuckled. “For now. Sit down.”

“I love it when you’re bossy.” Willow plopped down on the sofa.

He knelt before her, took hold of one of her ankles, and raised it onto his knee, slipping her shoe onto her foot. Kian hummed. “And I love it when you heed my every command.”

Cum for me.

Willow caught her lower lip between her teeth.

Damn it, Willow! You have an appointment. A time sensitive appointment.

With dexterous fingers, Kian fastened the strap. Every little touch sent a tingle through her that traveled all the way to her clit. She clutched the edge of the sofa. Since they’d bonded last night, she was far more sensitive to his every touch, which made it all the harder for Willow to keep her ass planted on the cushion while he put her other shoe on.

“Difficult, isn’t it?” he asked, looking up at her from beneath those long, dark lashes.

Willow exhaled in a rush. “I want you to fuck me so badly right now.”

Kian settled his hands on her knees and smoothed them up her thighs and under her dress as he rose, leaning over her until their lips were a hair’s breadth apart. “And I want nothing more than to slide into your dripping cunt and fuck you until the universe collapses.”

Willow’s pussy clenched. Her eyelids fluttered, and she eased forward, needing his lips on hers.

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