Chapter 16
WILLA
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
I smile and kiss him, happiness burning through my veins. “This makes up for not getting to go home for Christmas,” I say against his lips.
“You are home.”
My heart is nothing but a mushy puddle at this man’s feet. “All of a sudden I’m not hungry for anything other than you.”
Before I can even slide off the barstool, he’s crossed the kitchen and turned off the burner.
“Can you give me ten minutes to freshen up?” I ask. I know this man will spend an egregious amount of time between my thighs. A fast shower would make me feel so much better.
“You’re fresh enough, but you have until I take care of this,” he motions to the ingredients on the counter, “let Maya out, and check on Izzy.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. As soon as the bedroom door closes behind me, I’m pulling my clothes off, leaving a trail to the bathroom.
I toss my hair up in a bun while the water heats up.
Once I’m under the spray, I use his body wash to clean up.
He doesn’t have any facial cleanser in here, so I have to make do with water.
I’m toweling off when I hear the bedroom door open and then quietly close. A cloud of steam billows into the bedroom when I step out of the bathroom. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, a cocky grin on his face as I cross the space between us.
I catch my lip between my teeth as he reaches up and hooks a finger over the knot in the towel wrapped around me. It falls to the floor at feet with a whoosh. My nipples harden in cool air.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful Willa.” He leans back on his palms while his eyes drink in the sight of me standing naked before him. “Part of me was worried I’d walk in here and find you asleep again.”
I laugh softly and place my hands on his knees. “I would never do that.”
“Right.” His gravelly voice sends heated desire ricocheting through my body.
He pulls me between his legs and latches his lips to mine. I reach down and pull his shirt up, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it off and toss it aside. He lays back on the bed, his huge palms each cupping one of my ass cheeks and pulls me until my pussy is over his face.
My hips buck when I feel his tongue slide between my folds, licking the entire length of my slit. I reach down and run my fingers through his hair as he finds my clit. He moans while he devours me, like it’s as much for his enjoyment as it is mine. Just as I approach the crest of release, he stops.
“Why?” I couldn’t keep the whiny tone from my voice if I tried.
“I need you on my cock.” He unzips his pants and pushes them down his hips in a frenzied flurry of movement.
As soon as he springs free from the confines of his clothing, his hands come back on me.
He moves me down his body until my center, wet from his mouth and aching with need, slides along his length.
I reach between my thighs and drag his crown through my folds, notching him at my entrance.
Our eyes lock as I slide down his length, taking him entirely into my body.
His fingers dig into my hips, holding me down over him.
His cock twitches with impatience where it’s buried inside me.
I reach down and pull his fingers from my flesh, lifting them up to my breasts.
I brace my hands on his chest as my hips begin to roll, he curses under his breath and pinches my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
My vision darkens around the edges as an orgasm builds in my core.
I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out in pleasure, afraid to be too loud.
He sits up in one smooth motion and takes my mouth with his.
I use his shoulders for leverage as I ride him, this new angle hitting a place inside me I’ve never felt before.
“I can’t get deep enough,” he says against my lips.
“Drew.” I breathe his name over and over as I cum around him.
He’s still hard inside me as I collapse limp over his body. I let out a surprised squeal as he switches our position until he’s standing between my legs at the side of the bed and I’m on my back. He lifts my legs into the air, resting my ankles against his shoulders and slipping back inside me.
His thrusts start slow but go deep. One arm is braced around my legs, holding them still, and the other finds its way to my clit.
I buck against his touch, my body still so sensitive from my first orgasm, but he doesn’t relent.
My back arches off the mattress in deliciously painful pleasure as he begins to wring another hot release from me.
The backs of my thighs burn as the pressure inside me builds.
His thrusts become erratic, and I can feel his racing heartbeat beneath my calf. He pistons his hips in and out of me as his thumb rubs circles over my swollen numb with precision and expertise.
“Come with me,” he says as the first rope of cum paints my walls.
My toes curl as an even bigger orgasm detonates inside me. Hot waves of bliss rocket from my core out to every inch of my body. Even my scalp tingles at the power of that orgasm.
Drew somehow finds the strength to pull the covers down and lift me from the edge of the bed to the center. He drops down beside me and pulls me to his chest. I love the sound of his racing heart beneath my ear as I snuggle against him.
“Fuck.” He kisses my forehead. “I could do that all day and all night.”
“Same. But if you get any deeper inside me, you’ll be lodged in my chest cavity.”
His chest rumbles with laughter under me. My eyes sting with happiness when he holds me tighter and kisses my forehead again. Love and joy course through me so strongly it takes all my will power not to blurt out the words.
It’s just post-sex hormones.
I repeat that mantra over and over until I’m drifting off to sleep.
Warm, moist breath hits my face in puffs. There’s heat at my back, and a solid arm thrown over my waist. As my awareness lifts, I feel the sensation of being watched, not just by my dog.
My dog who shouldn’t be in the room.
Two sets of big, brown eyes are staring intently at me when my own flutter open.
“Why are you in bed with my daddy?” Izzy asks, tilting her head to side.
Oh, fuck me. Is it too late to sink under the covers and let Drew handle this? I jab him with elbow, waking him suddenly.
“Ow. There are better ways to wake up—”
“Izzy’s awake,” I interrupt before he says something he won’t be able to explain.
He lifts his head in surprise.
“Why are you sleeping with Willa?”
“Uh,” he pushes himself into a sitting position. “Come up here, Bug. Let’s have a talk.”
I start to slide out of bed, so glad he woke me up before I could fully fall asleep, so we could put clothes on. I’m wearing one of his shirts which is long enough to hit me mid-thigh.
“You’re staying for this.” His hand wraps around my elbow and tugs me beside him.
Maya, never one to stand for being left out of a cuddle puddle jumps up onto the bed and lays down next to Izzy.
“Willa and I decided that we want to be together in a relationship last night. We’ve gone out on a few dates and really like each other.”
“Like boyfriend and girlfriend?”
“Yes.”
“But only if you’re okay with it,” I add.
“Are you going to get married?”
“Not yet.” The way that answer just casually came out Drew’s mouth, like it’s a foregone conclusion that we will eventually, makes my heart skip a beat. “We’ll want to spend more time together and get to know each other even more before that happens.”
“Can I be a flower girl?” she asks me.
My jaw drops, and I look to Drew for guidance. He’s no help, barely holding himself together. “If that time comes, yes, of course you can be a flower girl.”
“Why don’t you go out in the living room, and we’ll be out soon to make breakfast,” Drew tells her.
“Okay.” She bounces off the bed and calls Maya to go with her.
“That was a hell of a way to wake up.”
“When.” He kisses my shoulder. “Not if.”
“When what?”
“When we get married.”
My brows lift at his audacity. “It must be nice to live with that much confidence.”
“It is, but this isn’t confidence.”
“What is it, then?”
“Love.” He lifts palm to my cheek. “I love you, Willa.”
Joy bursts in my chest as I rest my head in his hand. “I love you, too.”