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And I wanted every inch of it.
“No. We don’t.” I curled my hand around the back of her neck, drawing her up to me as I dipped my head to meet her lips.
They were as soft as I had pictured, and tasted sweeter than I’d expected. Champagne and strawberries. That’s what my girl tasted like, and it fit her perfectly.
Willow shifted, pressing her body tight against mine as she sighed.
I nibbled her bottom lip, swept my tongue across her lips until she opened for me, tilting her head back to grant me access. Her kiss was slow and gentle and heady. I knew her touch would be the same. The thought of alternating long sessions of driving her slowly mad versus fucking her hard and fast against my bedroom door tore through my head and went straight to my cock.
Her sigh became a moan, and I was done.
Every movement and every noise made my heart ache. I wanted her in my bed every damn night and to wake next to her every morning.
I broke the kiss gently, my chest heaving as I cradled her head in my hands. “Come home with me. Sleep. No sex. Promise.”
“Promise?” Her dozy eyes came alight with mischief.
I kissed the tip of her nose, then gave into the need and kissed her harder. When I pulled away, she was the breathless one. “Promise. For now, anyway.” That was one I wasn’t giving away. I pushed up with Willow in the circle of my arms, and lowered her to the ground in a controlled drop. Then I groaned. “Fuck. Everything aches.”
“I've learned massage.” Willow threaded her fingers through my hand, stroking her thumb over my fingertips.
“You have, huh?” I caught her chin in a firm but gentle grip, lifting her gaze back to meet mine.
“I opted for a chiro course as an elective. It included a quick prac session. Thought it might be useful.”
“Useful it is. Come home with me,” I murmured again, dipping my head to meet her lips, but not quite touching them, only a brush of skin-on-skin. “Please.”
Willow nodded, squeezing my fingers, and led me back to her car. The parking lot was almost deserted. I wondered how long we had stood kissing, giving the security guys a show, and how long I had been out.
***
I led Willow into the house I shared with the rest of the team.
Gage had cooked and shoved two bowls my way as soon as he spotted us. “Eat.” He directed me, slapping my back a little too hard. “You too, Sweets,” he said in a softer tone, pushing a bowl her way.
I kicked a stool out from beneath the breakfast bar for her, though I remained standing. If I sat at this point, it was game over for the night. Which screwed with my plans because I needed Willow to fall asleep on my chest, get some of that intimate action to settle the ache that grew in my chest.
I still hadn’t figured out why Littleton did what they thought they had to do, and that pissed me off in a bad fucking way.
Gage prodded a bowl at me. I fixed him with a hard stare, but said nothing.
“Thank you,” Willow murmured. Her spoon paused halfway to her mouth. “What’s that?”
I turned around. Pinned neatly to the far wall was the head of the Littleton mascot. Someone had un-picked the thing to spread it out like a hideous trophy. I snorted. Coach didn;’t have to bail anyone out after all. “Nice job.”
“Yeah, we thought so.”
“Is that who hurt you? The other team?” Willow stage whispered across to me.
I nodded, the smile slipping from my face. “Yeah. Assholes.”
“Who did it?”
Gage raised a tentative hand and she high fived it.
I laughed, sliding my arm around her waist to pull her into me. She snuggled into my side. I ate my food one handed, showing the empty bowl to my keeper. Gage rolled his eyes at my theatrics.
“You all done? Want a wine or a beer?” I asked into Willow’s hair.
