Chapter 3
WILLOW
I might as well tell him. He’s a friend of Daisy’s. It’s not like she won’t tell him. “My name’s Willow. Willow Steyer.”
“Willow,” he whispers my name, and I’m both fascinated and freaked out by how my heart starts to gallop in my chest. It’s a sensual whisper, if there ever was one, warm and tender and coming from this huge man with sad eyes, it’s even more remarkable.
The fathomless blue makes them even more affecting.
I feel like I’m drowning when I’m on dry land.
“Willow,” he basically breathes my name again, and now I’m plain freaked out at how I both ache and crave him to continue. I’m definitely wet between my legs and my nipples are tight and peaked.
This man isn’t small. I mean, I’m not small, but he could definitely lift me up and throw me on the bed with no problem.
Pin me down. Hold my hands over my head and kiss my body all over without me being able to move an inch.
And not that I’m thinking that doesn’t sound good, but it might sound a little bad, too.
In addition, this isn’t the cabin I should be in, not the one arranged for me. And our friends know each other, which is definitely another reason maybe I shouldn’t be here.
I wait a beat and his mouth draws my eyes. “Kaede…”
Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, his name has taken up residence. I remember how it felt to be in his arms on the dance floor. His large hand pressing into my shoulder blades. Protecting me, shielding me, and making me feel treasured.
“Willow, I think you should get dressed before I can’t stop myself from undressing you.” He slides away from me and my hand drops from his hard, broad chest.
“Probably a good idea.” My voice shakes, as well as my legs.
He grabs the doorknob with a smirk. “And nice teddy, Willow.”
I about melt into the wood floor. The man is a walking outdoor model and I’m the woman that’s making a pool of drool on the floor.
I straighten my back.
Time to get out of here… and fast.