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She doesn’t look scared, and by the way she clenches her thighs together, she’s turned on. Good. I close my eyes for a moment and try to get myself together.
Willow arches an eyebrow. Putting her fork down, done with the food on her plate, she turns toward me slightly before sassing me, “Oh? What are you going to do, Big Daddy? Not let me date?”
My fork clatters to the table and then I’m hauling her over so she’s straddling my lap. My hands clamp down on her hips and I know with one touch she’s not wearing panties. Of course she’s not.
Fuck. The heat from her bare pussy sears my lap and my cock begs, fucking begs, to be let out. The damn heat seeking missile.
“That’s right, Little Bit,” my voice is a rough rasp. “You’re not dating anymore.” She pouts slightly and wiggles on top of me. “You don’t need to date; you’ve got me now.”
Her arms wrap around my neck and her fingers glide up the back of my head. I started shaving my head bald years ago and feeling her fingertips against my skin has me rocking her hips, seeking some to gain some friction between us even as I know I should put a stop to this right now. She’s been through a traumatic experience and I’m not going to be that guy.
There’s so much damn hope in her voice it nearly shatters me, “I do?”
I kiss her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. “Yeah, Willow. You do.”
When she tucks her face into the crook of my neck and lets all the tension in her body dissipate, it feels like fucking home to me. I stand up, picking her up along with me causing her to let out a little noise of surprise. It doesn’t take many strides for me to make it into the living room where I sit on the couch with my woman still in my arms and on my lap. I’ll clean up from breakfast later, right now I need to cuddle this woman and make sure she’s alright.
Last night came way too fucking close for me. I can almost still taste the fear in the air the moment I saw Willow down the drink I knew had been drugged. I should have been faster. Fuck.
Willow pulls back from me and looks into my eyes, cupping my face in her small hands. “Linc,” she breathes out, “what happened last night isn’t your fault.”
I want to believe her, I do. There is so much fire and conviction in her eyes, it’s almost easy to do so. I know the truth though. So much could have gone wrong last night. On my watch. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive myself.
Instead of trying to convince me with words, she presses her pillowy lips against mine and I’m lost. I’m so damn lost for this woman. My body, the fire, the instant knowing between us, ignites and need takes over. Rational thought is for a man in charge of his emotions, not a beast who wants to claim his mate. That’s what I am now.
I kiss her with hunger, my tongue seeking out hers to play with, to dominate. I know I shouldn’t. I know I should let her process everything that happened, but then her fingernails bite into my shoulders and I flip us without thinking, laying her back on the couch while I’m hovering above her.
Her legs wrap around my hips, and she tugs, pulling me so I’m cradled against her body. I grunt and rip my lips from hers, forcing myself to check in with her, to make sure she knows what she is tempting right now. I don’t see any fear, any trepidation, in her eyes, there is only need there, her pupils blown wide with desire.
I put just enough space between us that I can tug and pull my shirt up and off her body. Last night I left her bra and panties on, not wanting to go too far in undressing her, but now she’s bare underneath me and I know I won’t be able to stop this now. Not like I really want to.
When she tugs at my shirt, I reach behind me and pull it off. There’s a moment, a heartbeat, of uncertainty. Not all women are okay with their man being soft around the middle, or anywhere really. It’s clear by the appreciation in her gaze Willow is not such a woman.
Her fingers come up and trail across my chest and shoulders, tracing the patterns of my tattoos. When one of her hands trails down my chest and she hooks a finger in the waistband of my sweats, I grab her wrist. She blinks up at me, her eyes wide and round.
I grunt, “Are you sure, Little Bit? You had quite a scare last night.”
Hooking her other arm around my neck, she pulls me down to her, our lips almost touching. “I want you to fuck me, Big Daddy. I’ve wanted you since the moment you tugged me against you. Then you saved me. My entire body is aching.” She bats her eyelashes at me, “Can you take it away?”
Fucking hell.
When I let go of her wrist, she wastes no time in pushing my sweats down as far as she can before using her foot to take them down to my knees. My cock springs free, hitting her clit, knowing exactly where he’s supposed to be. The way she moans and arches her back tells me she wants this as much as I do.
I groan, “Yeah, Little Bit, I can take the ache away.” I force myself to kiss her softly, murmuring against her lips, “I’ll take care of you.”
“I know you will, Linc,” she gasps.
I’ve never gone bare with a woman before, but there is no fucking way I’m wrapping up. This woman is mine and I want to feel every inch of her. I’m a big man, but I can feel how wet she is. Still, I don’t want to hurt her. Her nipples, the exact color I was expecting them to be, are begging for my mouth and I’m not going to let them down.
I latch onto one, circling her hard nipple with the tip of my tongue before giving it a nip. She arches her back and calls out my name. She. Calls. Out. My. Name.
My cock is nestled in her wet slit, coating me with her. I suck her nipple against the roof of my mouth, making her moan loudly. Letting go with a pop, I give her other nipple the same attention. Her panting breaths make it almost impossible for me to hold off on sheathing myself inside of her.
“I need you,” I grunt and line myself up. I sink the first inch inside and know I can’t go farther, not without her knowing my exact intention, knowing she’s safe with me. Always safe with me. “I’m clean, Willow. I’ll never put you in danger.”
She wraps her legs around me tighter and tilts her hips, sinking another inch of my shaft inside, but I keep myself from plunging in to the hilt. “I know, Linc,” she gasps. She bites her lip and looks up at me, uncertainty clouding her eyes for a moment. Even while panting, she whispers, “I’m not on birth control.”
The thought of breeding my woman, of filling her with my seed for it to take root and grow into our baby makes it impossible for me to stop myself. I thrust, burying myself balls deep inside of her, feeling her walls give way to me.
