Chapter Seventeen
Willa asks me if “taking it slowly” means no more kissing.
Is she kidding?
Now that I’ve kissed her, I want to do it again…and again…and again.
I mean, I need to.
That’s why I tell her, “Oh hell no, girl. Fuck that. If anything, it means more.”
Releasing a breath, she says, “Thank God.”
She’s so cute. In fact, she looks so adorable right now that I think we should practice some more of that kissing.
I lean forward in my lounger, and, knowing what’s coming next, she meets me halfway.
Cupping the back of her head, I kiss her slowly and languorously. But of course, our kisses quickly become more heated.
Pulling back, I breathe out, “Do you want to go inside?”
She nods vigorously. “Yes.”
The whole way as we’re heading into the house, we’re kissing and touching. It’s as if we can’t get enough of each other.
Damn, what was I thinking? This “taking it slowly” is going to be harder than I anticipated.
In the living room, we fall onto the sofa. I roll on top of her, and she maneuvers so that her legs are on either side of me.
Fuck.
I can’t help it—I get so fucking hard.
Though we’re both fully clothed, she feels me and moans, “Mmmm, Shane.”
“Babe.”
She wiggles beneath me, looking for more friction through our shorts, so I thrust my hips.
We’re like two teenagers in lust. We just make out and dry hump each other until it becomes too much.
Panting, we both slow to a stop.
Between quickened breaths, Willa says, “We should probably go to bed before things get out of hand.”
“Yes,” I agree. And then I add, “I am actually really tired.”
Nodding, she says, “Yeah, same here. It’s getting pretty late.”
It’s clear that we both need to go to our bedrooms to get off.
Hell, at least I know that’s what I’m going to be doing.
I bet she will be too.
The thought of Willa touching herself at the same time as me is almost too much. I’m ready to say, “Hell, let’s do it together.”
But I don’t.
Sitting up, we straighten our rumpled clothes, and then I walk her to her room.
At her door, she turns to me. “Good night, Shane.”
Cupping her face, I kiss her softly and sweetly.
Then I pull back, hands still on her cheeks, and say, “Good night, beautiful.”