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He was warm under her hand. She stroked him a few times before letting go. When she lifted her face, he watched her with an intensity that startled her. It was as if he was trying to look inside her and connect with something that was more than physical.
Lie down, his eyes commanded.
She did, her head aligning perfectly with her pillow. He stayed on his knees for a moment, staring at her with that same watchful expression. Then he crawled over her and lowered his body to hers.
She stopped breathing. "Well, this is different."
She'd been right about things changing between them. It wasn't just physical relief they sought from each other anymore. Maybe it never had been. His throat worked as he swallowed and lifted his questioning blue gaze to hers.
"What?" he rasped in a hoarse voice.
Willow looked down at their bodies they were about to join together. "It's the old-fashioned missionary position. We haven't tried it this way yet."
She could've sworn he breathed out a sigh of relief at her superficial answer. Then he sighed again when he entered her. But this was a different kind of relief.
When he was so deep inside her she swore he was touching her soul, he whispered in her ear. "Do you hear that?"
Willow opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling over his shoulder, straining to hear something. But the only thing that touched her ears was their labored breathing like pulsing, rhythmic beats of air filling the room. Her gaze slid to his.
His eyes glittered as he continued to stroke her. "We make music together."
Tears clogged her throat. Willow had to close her eyes. Damn it, he just had to go and say that, didn't he? Holding him close, she realized she was in love with the most stubborn, conceited, sexist man she'd ever known. And she couldn't be happier.
Seventeen
Raith couldn't seem to stop caressing her. But he knew there'd come a time when all that luscious naked skin would be forbidden to him. He was determined to enjoy it to the fullest while he still had the chance.
For once, Willow was quiet and seemed to have either fallen asleep or was just peacefully enjoying his touch. Usually, she liked to pillow talk afterward. Glad she didn't feel the need tonight, Raith decided he was a little too vulnerable at the moment. He'd put his all into loving her just now.
It left him shaken and exposed. Not wanting her to see his heart in his eyes, he sat up, keeping his back to her and decided to clean himself. But when he reached down to pull off the condom, he found a slimy mess.
Filling the air with a blue streak, he could only stare. Willow jerked upright behind him.
"What's wrong?" she asked, lifting up even more to look over his shoulder. He tried to turn and shield it from her, but she'd already seen the problem. "Wha—"
"The condom broke," he said and glanced over his shoulder to peer into her wide brown eyes.
"Oh," she said dumbly.
He shook his head and continued removing what was left. It looked like a balloon that had popped. He had to pick the slimy parts off in chunks. "What a freaking mess."
Behind him, Willow mused, "Guess you should've used your own condoms, huh?"
Raith stopped trying to pull pieces off himself and lifted his head.
She spread her hands in defense. "Hey, I bought them brand new today. How was I supposed to know?"
But that did nothing to console him. He picked up the box and turned it until he found what he was looking for. "Bought 'em today, huh? Is that why they expired two years ago?"
Willow blinked. "Expired?" Ripping the box from his hand, she stared at the date on the box for a second and then turned to give him an incredulous look. "Condoms come with an expiration date?"
Raith lifted a brow. "Are you serious?"
Willow frowned and shoved the box into his chest. "Well, how the hell was I supposed to know? I've never bought condoms before. That's the man's job. I saw the brand you use and picked it up. What were they doing selling expired condoms anyway?"
"How ol
d are you again?" he couldn't help but ask.
