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“Willow—” he whispered. “—There’s something I need to tell you.”

I grabbed his head. “Tell me later, kiss me now.”

He pulled away, “It’s important—”

“I’m sure it is, but not as important as how much I want you,” I replied, before kissing him.

We kissed long enough and hard enough that by the time I came up for air, all I wanted was him in bed. From the look in his eyes, he wanted the same. Tyler moved his mouth down my neck kissing and licking on the skin there, sealing his lips over my pulse point and sucked—hard. I cried out.

His mouth found my ear. “I don’t want to fuck you tonight, Willow—” my heat plummeted a little because…what was this then? But he added, “You’re worth more than a fuck. I want to make love to you. I want to kiss and lick and worship every part of your body.”

“Jesus,” I whispered. I wanted to add.You scared me for a bit,but the words would not come out of my mouth.

He laughed, “Just me, baby.”

Easily, he lifted me off the door and headed to the bedroom where he gently rested me on the edge of the bed before standing and shucking his jacket, shirt and thermal off. The moisture in my mouth turned to dust as the material lifted off; his shoulders and arms were corded with ropey sinew, and blocks of muscle paved his torso.

Light brown, almost blond-ish hair covered his chest, a thin sprinkling narrowed into a line over his abdomen, the trail leading into the waistband of his trousers. My gaze dipped lower, my heart pounding at the sizable bulge of his manhood.

“Like what you see?” he teased.

“More than like,” I replied. “You’re hot.”

He dropped to his knees and slid his hand up my legs. “You’re sexier.”

Slowly, he undid my boots and set them aside, peeled the socks away and leaned in to kiss me again. Each kiss was better than the last. I thought I would burst with how good he felt, how good I knew he was going to make me feel.

His hand slid under my top and pulled it off, taking the thermal with it. He moaned into my mouth and quickly took off my bra. We continued to kiss as his hands cupped my breasts. My nipples went diamond hard, and I wanted him to touch them, suck them—and my secret kink, bite them. He took my right nipple into his mouth, sucked on it and nibbled a little but when I arched into his touch, he bit down a little harder, sending my nerve endings spinning.

I wrapped an arm around him and spun him under me, then straddled him, rubbed my butt on his crotch and ran my hands up and down his chest, loving the feel of his pecs and surprised at how big they were.

His hands went to my sides and gripped me. “I can see what you’re thinking, and my answer is—” my back met the bed again and he held me down “—you can suck my cock later. It’s all about you now.”

Dipping his head, he kissed down my body, moving his way toward my stomach, shifting lower. He took his time as if he could take all night if he wanted to while slowly stripping my clothes off.

I wanted to feel a lick of embarrassment at being bare, but the heat doubling through my veins, searing under my skin, and the lust clawing at my insides, stopped me. Half off the bed, he placed a hand on each of my knees and held my gaze as he spread my legs wide apart.

“God you’re so sexy.” He murmured as he hooked his hands behind my knees and tugged me to the end of the bed.

He leaned down, swiping the flat of his tongue up my slit and the barrage of sensation bombarding my head had me gasping for air. I arched up at the feel of his mouth on me and slid my fingers into his hair, tugging.

Already drunk with lust, I pushed my pussy against his ravenous mouth, and he ate me until I couldn’t do anything but gasp and moan. He parted my folds, stabbing his tongue into my pussy while he rubbed my swollen clit.

Just as I couldn’t take anymore, he pulled away, sealed his lips over my clit and slid two fingers inside me. I came while screaming.

ChapterFifteen

Cole

Watching Willow shatter apart at my touch made my chest feel so full, I knew with absolute certainty that I would never see anything as beautiful as that again.

The pleasure-daze in her eyes, the flush that spread across her cheeks, made me want to give her the world and everything in between. The mix of lust, love, and admiration had me kissing her lips and softly fingering her pussy.

“You are so goddamn beautiful,” he murmured.

I slid my finger in and out of her, murmuring constant encouragement in her ear, telling her how perfect she was, how hot, how sexy I found her. Willow turned her eyes to me. “Is it my turn yet?”

“No,” I chuckled, slipping off the bed and stripping off my pants and boxer-briefs. “Not yet. I still have about a hundred and one things I want to do you and I haven’t even cracked five of them yet.”

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