Chapter 44 #2
But Scottie didn’t linger. She spread lotion down Willow’s sides, swept her palms over her hips, and lightly skimmed them over her butt and the back of her thighs.
Every place she touched felt heightened, as if the sparks between them had ignited something under Willow’s skin, until her entire body was buzzing.
Scottie worked lotion into her calves, then gentled her touch, caressing the tender spot at the back of her knees with just her fingertips.
Willow’s toes curled against the sheets. This really was the most sensual experience of her life.
When Scottie trailed her hands higher, Willow’s breathing turned shallow. She pressed her hips against the bed. God, letting Scottie apply the lotion had either been the most genius idea ever or the most torturous one. Possibly both.
Scottie paused, her fingers halfway up Willow’s thighs. “Want me to keep going?”
“No,” Willow got out hoarsely. Her entire body was on fire, burning for Scottie’s touch. But even more than that, she yearned to feel Scottie’s skin against her own and make her burn just as brightly. “I want…need to touch you too.”
Scottie caught her lower lip between her teeth, and it looked so damn sexy that Willow nearly rolled over and pulled her down against her lotion-covered body.
“But there are a few places that didn’t get any lotion yet,” Scottie protested half-heartedly.
“Trust me,” Willow said with a hoarse chuckle that she barely recognized as her own. “Those places don’t need any lotion. But there’s one more way to reduce friction.”
“Yeah?”
“Get naked. Now.”
They both moved at the same time. Scottie stood, gripped the hem of her long-sleeved polo shirt, and pulled it up, over her head, while Willow sat up and reached for the button of Scottie’s chinos.
She nearly ripped it open, without any finesse or patience.
Scottie sucked in a breath, but the heated look in her eyes spurred Willow on.
Within seconds, they’d removed every layer, and Scottie stood before her completely naked.
The intoxicating mix of strength and softness made Willow’s pulse spike. She swept her gaze up muscular thighs, lingered for a moment on the short, dark-blonde curls between Scottie’s legs, then took in her surprisingly curvy hips that tapered to a trim waist.
Scottie’s arms and face were lightly tanned, the candlelight turning them golden, while the creamy skin along her chest formed a beautiful contrast. The sight of her pink nipples standing out against fair breasts made Willow’s mouth water.
“God, Scottie,” she whispered. “You’re…stunning.”
Scottie grinned and ran one hand through the wavy strands that framed her face. That combination of bashfulness and confidence was as appealing to Willow as her body. Scottie didn’t say anything. She stood perfectly still and let Willow look at her as much as she wanted.
Willow drank her in until the urge to do more than look became overwhelming. She needed to touch her, taste her, and explore every inch of her—now. Eagerly, she curled her fingers around the back of Scottie’s neck and drew her down.
Scottie went willingly, but just before they could tumble onto the bed together, she caught herself with one knee against the mattress. “Wait! The lotion!”
Willow blinked up at her. “What?”
“I want to touch you everywhere.” Scottie’s voice dipped low on the last word, making Willow’s breath catch. “But first, I need to wash my hands. Be right back.” She rushed toward the bathroom.
A moment later, the splashing of water drifted over.
Willow waited, heart hammering wildly as she imagined what would happen once Scottie returned. But the interruption also gave her time to think—and to worry.
What if, despite all of Scottie’s efforts, she zapped her in the middle of things or blew every fuse in the apartment? She didn’t want to hurt Scottie or ruin the mood.
Or what if she couldn’t shut off her anxious brain enough to come, despite how aroused Scottie’s light touches had already made her?
She hugged her knees to her chest as nerves crept back in.
Scottie reappeared and stopped two steps into the room. “Hey. Are you okay?” She crossed toward the bed. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t—”
Willow reached out, keeping her own back against the metal headboard to avoid zapping her, and drew Scottie onto the bed next to her. “No. I want this. I want you. I’m just…”
“Nervous?”
Willow hugged her knees to her chest again and nodded. “I don’t want to mess this up.”
Gently, Scottie pulled Willow’s arms down, away from her knees, and wrapped her own around her. “You won’t. No matter what happens—or doesn’t happen, this is already perfect. You are perfect.”
Willow raised her gaze to Scottie’s, and the tension drained from her body as she looked into her eyes. “You’re the one who makes it perfect.”
A strand of hair fell into Scottie’s eyes as she shook her head. “We’ll make it perfect together. And even if it’s not quite perfect this first time…” A grin spread across her face. “Well, you know what they say about practice.” Her voice dipped low. “Lots and lots of practice.”
A wave of heat, gratefulness, and love surged through Willow. She pushed the rebellious lock of hair from Scottie’s face and trailed her fingers through the soft strands. They were now long enough to get a good grip, and she took advantage by tugging her forward and pressing their mouths together.
With a groan, Scottie parted her lips beneath Willow’s and kissed her back. She sank onto the mattress and pulled Willow on top of her.
Willow moaned at the first contact of Scottie’s skin against her own, smoother than the silk sheets and so much warmer. Her eyes fluttered shut. Nothing had ever felt better than this.
Then Scottie stroked one hand down her bare back and splayed her fingers across the dip at the base of her spine, pressing her closer.
Her hard nipples rubbed against Willow’s breasts.
Willow gasped into her mouth. Oh God. Okay, this felt even better.
Apparently, Scottie was on a mission to make every sensation better than the one before. The sensual glide of her tongue against Willow’s own sent ripples of pleasure down to her toes. She kissed her with so much passion that Willow’s entire body felt as if it were about to catch on fire.
Her hips started to rock against Scottie’s.
Scottie clasped her waist with both hands and drew her more firmly between her parted thighs. Her arousal coated Willow’s skin, making her moan and rock harder.
Scottie slid her hands upward, toward Willow’s breasts, nearly sending her into overload.
Gasping, Willow wrenched her mouth from Scottie’s and broke the kiss. What was that? She blinked down at Scottie and panted against her tempting lips.
“You okay?” Scottie’s raspy voice sent renewed heat through her. She looked and sounded as dazed and breathless as Willow felt.
Willow nodded. The passion between them had spiraled out of control so fast, it was as scary as it was heady. She needed some control back before she burned the house down. “Yeah. But I need you to…”
“Anything.” Scottie tenderly stroked Willow’s cheek with her fingertips. “Whatever you need.”
Willow tilted her head into the caress, then realized that she was getting lost in Scottie’s touch again. God, the effect this woman had on her! Gently, she grasped Scottie’s wrists and guided her hands up above her head. “Could you hold on to the headboard?”
Scottie stared up at her, still breathing heavily. “But isn’t it you who needs to ground herself?”
“It is,” Willow whispered against her lips. “But I don’t need to touch the metal as long as I’m touching you. You’ll be my ground.”
Scottie dropped her head onto the pillow and obediently wrapped her fingers around the vertical metal bars. “I won’t let go unless you tell me to.”
Even if it weren’t strictly necessary in order to prevent static from building up, there would still be something incredibly hot about the sight of Scottie holding on to the headboard, handing over the reins and leaving herself completely open to Willow’s touch.
She was giving her full control of this experience, and Willow was determined to savor every second.
For the first time in her life, she wouldn’t rush through this, afraid to zap her partner or destroy valuable electronics if it took too long. She would lose herself in Scottie, enjoy every moment, and trust that they would both be all right, no matter what.
She knelt next to her and pressed kisses to Scottie’s fingers, which were wrapped tightly around the metal bar.
The toned muscles of Scottie’s arms strained beneath her lips as she slid them lower and lower.
Halfway down her arms, she switched over to the tempting line of Scottie’s jaw and kissed a path along it until she reached the corner of her mouth.
Scottie angled her head toward her. “Kiss me.”
Maybe Willow wasn’t in control after all, because every muscle in her body went weak at the need in Scottie’s voice. She lowered her mouth to Scottie’s, who surged up and kissed her deeply.
Willow buried her fingers in Scottie’s hair and lost herself in the kiss. Her worries drained away more and more with every caress of Scottie’s tongue, every gentle nip of her teeth, every low moan vibrating against her lips.
Finally, once she felt nearly drunk on Scottie’s kisses, she tore her mouth away.
Scottie’s cheeks were flushed, and Willow couldn’t resist kissing the rosy skin.
Slowly, she slid her lips down, then along the firm line of Scottie’s jaw. She paused to nibble a soft earlobe before trailing a string of kisses down her neck.
Scottie instantly tipped her head back, allowing more access. Her pulse raced beneath Willow’s lips.
With one last kiss, Willow moved on and explored the muscles of her shoulder.
A gentle nip made Scottie gasp, but as she had promised, she kept her hands on the headboard and let her continue.