Page 108 of The Sound Of Silence

When I’m able to focus again, my eyes find hers, and she smirks before biting her lip to hide it.

That little tease.

“The fuck?” I huff out as I laugh, genuinely impressed by her payback. “Well played, Buttercup. Well played. But now it’s on.”

I don’t even let her react before I’m pulling her to my chest and rolling her over until I’m back on top. As much as I loved the view of her tits bouncing in front of me, this position gives me back control, and I need it for what I have planned.

Willow giggles, and a warmth fills my chest. Sex has always been about reaching the goal, a means to satisfy my needs, but this is so much more. And dare I say it, so much fucking better. I want this. Always. But again, I can’t think about that now.

Curling her legs over my shoulders, I push in deeper and groan when she pulses around me.

With my teeth clenched, I start to move, and it doesn’t take long for us to find our rhythm, our bodies crashing together as we chase the euphoria.

I release one of Willow’s legs, so I can push deeper, increasing my speed as she matches my fervor. Thrust for thrust she’s there, slamming against me, pushing back, sending me flying over the edge.

“Fuuck, Willow. Yes.”

Her walls tighten around me, and she comes seconds before I grunt through my release, and I’ve never felt more satisfied.

We fit. There’s no denying it. And despite this being our first time together, it feels like we’re one.

When Willow’s breathing slows, I pull out and drop down to the bed, my body rigid beside hers. A small laugh escapes her before she rolls over and tucks herself into my side, curling herself around me.

I don’t move at first, but when she nuzzles into me and reaches out to grab my hand, I give in, wrapping my arms around her before pressing a kiss to her head.

Completely sated and completely fucked.

I’m not sure how much time passes, but when Willow falls asleep, it’s dark outside, and it takes everything in my power not to wake her up again, wanting to drag this night out, knowing we’re so close to goodbye.

I lie still for a while, staring up at the ceiling as I contemplate what’s next. I almost decide to wake her until she sighs in her sleep, and the smallest smile plays on her lips, changing my mind.If I could hold on to this moment forever, I’d be a lucky man. With so much going on in her life, I’ve never seen her looking so content. So at peace. So settled. And I did that. Even if it was merely a fleeting moment, I eased her mind.

The very person who helped fuck it up in the first place.

I want to stay, but letting her wake in my arms feels like a cruel joke, like I’m setting her up for false expectations, when it’s already fucked-up enough.

Dressing quickly, I step into the hall and quietly shut the door behind me, releasing a breath as I run a hand through my hair. The last thing I want to do right now is walk away. I want to hold on to our connection, relish in the feel of her tucked in protectively beside me, bask in her warmth. But come morning—

“What are you doing?” I hear from behind me and startle, springing away from Willow’s door as Pippa’s abrupt voice enters my mind.

Jesus!

“Well?” she continues when I don’t answer, not even giving me two seconds to respond.

“Fuck! Why are you creeping around?” I turn it back on her. “I was just checking on Willow,” I lie, but hold out the hope that it’s believable.

“I don’t believe you,” she says, proving me wrong.

“You don’t believe me?”

“You heard me.”

I raise an eyebrow, keeping my expression neutral, as though she hasn’t just caught me red-handed.

“Whatever.” I shrug. “I’m going to bed.”

I try to walk away, but Pippa grabs my shoulder and pulls me to a stop. I flinch at her touch, and for the first time she actually notices and instantly lets go.

“We need to talk.Now,” she says, motioning to the back door before storming off in that direction, leaving me no chance to argue.

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