As the doors slid shut, Thatcher leaned in, pushing into Willow's personal space as her back hit the wall of the elevator. He was so close that she could see the darkness in his eyes. She wanted him to kiss her so badly. But instead, he just hovered, his eyes roaming her body while the only connection between them was their intertwined fingers.
"I'm glad I got to see you again," he confessed in a hushed tone.
Willow wanted to tell him the same thing, tell him that she wanted to be close to him again. But just as she was about to open her mouth and say those stupid gushing things, the elevator door dinged and her moment was gone.
Instead, she followed Thatcher down the hallway to his apartment at the end, and let go of his hand so he could open the door for them. The condo was dark, and he flipped on a lamp in the corner of his living room to give them some light.
Thatcher wandered over to a set of floor-to-ceiling windows and partially opened the blinded. Then he slid the door to his terrace open just a bit to let some fresh air in, and Willow was reminded of the amazing view he had from his place. Her apartment just had a view of other buildings, but Thatcher's place had a view east towards Lake Michigan.
Next to the windows was a tall bookcase stuffed with paperbacks that she didn't have a chance to notice the last time she was there. Some books looked more worn than others, most seemed loved with their spines broken in several places. All of them seemed to be thrillers that she was a fan of.
"Lots of James Patterson, huh?"
"I can always find his books at an airport if I need one," he said.
Her fingers danced along the spines. "Mary Higgins Clark? I wouldn't expect her books on a football player's shelf."
"My mom got me into her and J.D. Robb. Have you read her newest book?"
Oh no. It was sitting on her nightstand in her to-read pile, but Willow wasn't expecting to have some sort of book club discussion with a hot football player tonight.
"Um, I think I've read it?" she lied, hoping it would make her sound cool.
That's when the arm of THE Thatcher Kent snaked around her waist and pulled her again him. "What else are you thinking about?" he whispered in her ear.
Well, hell. There were a lot of ideas she was thinking about right now, particularly the idea of what to do with the hard cock pressing against her back. She remembered that cock from the last time she was in Thatcher's place and had been thinking about it quite a bit after she snuck out and left Thatcher behind. But somehow he found his way back to her. Somehow his warm lips were against her neck right in that spot under her earlobe that made her moan with pleasure.
Yeah, there were a lot of things she was thinking about right now, but the most important one was how to get her clothes off so he could have his way with her again.
She quickly turned in his arms, catching him off guard for a moment before grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling himto her lips. He seemed a little shocked at first that she was being this bold. Hell, she was shocked that she was being this bold. But then his lips moved against hers, his fingers threaded through her hair, and she couldn't help the moan that escaped from her lips.
"I missed your body," he murmured.
Thatcher's hands trailed down to her hips and he let his arms hang casually down, his fingers teasing her ass. It wasn't possessive but still enough to let her know that he wanted her, and she definitely wanted him back.
Willow wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him a little harder, letting him know that she wanted this. She really wanted this. And he responded by reaching around to grab the zipper of her dress. It slid down easily in his warm hands, and she let him push the straps off of her shoulders. Before she left her apartment, she made sure she was wearing her fancy black underwear that matched even though she didn't expect to actually sleep with her blind date on the first date. But then, this wasn't her first date with Thatcher, was it?
His groan was desperate as he took her in, and it felt like he was fucking her with his eyes before he had even taken off any of his clothes. She felt her skin flash with heat, which made her more aware of the cool breeze coming in from the sliding glass door.
That's when Thatcher's lips were on her again, his hands against her bare skin. But this time, his touch wasn't teasing. It was demanding, and it was telling her that he desperately wanted her.
He pulled away slightly and started to unbutton his shirt. "Lay down," he told her.
"What?"
He ripped his shirt off and leaned against her, his chest hair teasing the exposed skin above the cups of her bra. "Lay down,"he commanded. "I want you on your back on my expensive area rug, and I want to fuck you senseless."
Holy… Willow's body instinctively followed his command as she lowered herself to his surprisingly very soft rug. She wasn't sure how expensive it was, but it was totally worth whatever he paid for it.
Her mouth watered as Thatcher hovered above her and unbuckled his belt, his hand pulling his wallet out of his pocket and dropping it on the floor before his pants pooled around his ankles. His boxers were straining with his hardness, and Willow's body pulsed with anticipation.
Thatcher lowered himself onto her body, his muscles tense against her skin as he kissed her neck and moved lower, yanking down the cup of her bra to pepper her bare skin with his lips. She arched her back, encouraging him to keep going as he had his way with her body.
There was something different about this time with Thatcher, something more than compared to their first time together. He seemed determined and aware of how he was affecting her. She felt like he was paying more attention to her moans and what turned her on than their last time together. The last time was fine, great even, but it was quick and hungry. There was still hunger in his eyes for her now, but he was taking her in, all of her, and she was more than happy to do the same with him.
She watched as he reached back for his wallet with his long arm and quickly flipped it open to pull out a condom. She had to give him credit. He didn't mention it or make her feel uncomfortable about asking. He just took control.
He pulled himself up and slid his boxers off, watching her as she responded to his hard cock illuminated by the dim light in his apartment. She definitely remembered that part of him, and she definitely wanted to be reacquainted with it.
