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He smiled briefly but I felt his own need tense in him as he crawled back up my body, his mouth skimming quickly now over my skin, up to kiss me.
“Willow, can I…?”
“Yes.” My head bobbed, my hands were clutching his shoulders, the nails digging in. “Yes, now. God, Isaac now…” Then my eyes widened as I remembered. “Oh no. Oh fuck, I have nothing.”
He blinked at me, eyes glazed.
“I mean, I’m not on the pill.”
“Oh shit. Hold on, I might have one.” He slipped off the bed to grab his jeans and dig his wallet out. “Jesus, God, please let me have one…”
I bit my lip, as the three years we’d been apart whispered in my ear: No shortage of women when he was poor in Harmony. Now he’s a gorgeous Hollywood movie star. He must have flocks of women at his feet.
Isaac came up with a condom, his eyes falling shut in relief. “Thank fucking God.”
He blew on it as if to get rid of imaginary dust but his smile dropped to see my expression.
“No one,” he said. “I haven’t been with anyone since our dance on the hill. No. Since before that.” His brows worked over the eyes that gazed into the past. “Since I met you, actually. The day you stole my seat in English class until this morning… There’s been no one but you.”
“No one?” I asked, feeling both relieved and selfish. “I mean, three years is a long time and things ended so badly between us.”
“They didn’t end,” he said. “They never ended, they were just on hold. You never stopped being mine, Willow, even when I was too busy feeling sorry for myself to reach out. I couldn’t even look at another woman, though God knows my manager tried.”
“You waited all that time? For me?”
“I told you before. I’d been waiting for you my whole life. There’s no one else. There can never be anyone else but you.”
I swallowed and wiped my cheek with the heel of my hand. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
He smiled and kissed me, the chuckling turning inward, melting into joy and love.
“I love you, Isaac,” I whispered, my heart pounding now. “And I want you now. All of you.”
He nodded and kissed me again. He held my face in his hand. “I love you. And I want this to be perfect for you.”
“You said that before.”
“Because it’s true.”
I saw the hesitation in his eyes and I wanted to burn it away under my hands. I trusted him completely. No fear in my bed, only nerve-endings on fire with anticipation. I kissed him hard, my tongue delving deep into his mouth, leaving no doubt what I wanted. My hand slipped between us, stroked him hard again. He groaned into my mouth and his own hand traveled down my body. Between my breasts, across my stomach, gliding over wet skin to the center of me. His fingers found the dampness there, and he groaned again, circling the little bud of flesh, coaxing and teasing.
I tilted my hips to him, slid along his fingers and pressed against them.
“Please,” I said. “Let me feel you.”
Slowly, he slid two fingers inside my wet heat. I bit the slope of muscle between his neck and shoulder, my hand still squeezing him harder, stroking him faster. He hooked his fingers inside me, pressing up and I let out a cry.
“God now,” I begged. “Isaac…I can’t. I need—”
He silenced me with a kiss and braced himself on one arm. His other hand closed over mine, both of us guiding himself to my entrance.
I closed my eyes, letting out a slow breath.
“Don’t,” Isaac whispered. “Look at me, baby. Open your eyes. Look right at me.”
I did. Stared up at his body poised over mine, every muscle taut, the cords in his neck standing out, and his gray-green eyes now dark with want. But the love was there first, over and surrounding us both in this moment.
“I’m here,” I said. “With you. Just you.”
