A Spicy Excerpt
Willow shut her bedroom door behind them with a soft click.
She loved this man, and even if she wasn’t willing to say the words yet, she was ready to show him.
The talk of Fate had made her realize she was no longer willing to wait.
If Fate had brought them here, then she was going to take everything Nathan had to offer and give it in return.
Urging him toward the bed, she pulled off her boots and socks, throwing them aside. “I want you,” she said before reaching for his belt.
“Hang on.” Gripping her fingers, he halted her attempt at undressing him, although he did toe off his sneakers and pull off his socks.
“I told you, for our first time together, I would take my time with you—that I would kiss and lick every inch of your skin. That starts now.” He dipped his index finger into the open vee of her shirt and pulled on the material. “Take off your clothes.”
Willow’s heart beat like a drum, and her panties were soaked, despite the fact he hadn’t done anything more than kiss her. She stepped closer to him and ran a finger down his sternum, wishing there wasn’t a shirt between his flesh and hers. “Bossy, much?”
“Oh, baby, you have no idea. I’ve wanted you for a long time.
I have a list.” He sat on the queen-size bed, reclining on his elbows.
His feet sticking out from the legs of his faded blue jeans drew her gaze.
Why did she suddenly think a man’s bare feet were sexy?
It made no sense—they were just feet, and as a rule, they weren’t supposed to be sexy, but somehow, he managed it.
“A man on deployment has a lot of time to think about his woman back home, and I thought of little else.”
“A-a list?” she stuttered, fiddling with the hem of her blouse. Why was she suddenly so on edge? She wanted this—she wanted him more than she could express with words. She’d been the one to pull him down the hall, and now she was hesitating. Why?
Maybe because her feelings for him had hit her all at once, and making love with him mattered. It really mattered to her, and it meant more than just connecting with another human and getting off. It felt momentous and precious, and she didn’t want to screw it up.
“Yes, but we’ll come back to that. It’s long, and I don’t plan on checking off all the items tonight. Why are you nervous?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged, looking at her feet, wiggling her bare toes into the rug. “I was just trying to figure that out myself. I mean, it’s not like I’ve never had sex before.”
Even though she wasn’t a virgin by any means, at that moment, he made her feel like one. It was the first time intimacy had meant so much more than just the physical aspect, but she wasn’t sure she was brave enough to tell him that. Sex was easy. Emotions were not.
He growled. “Rule number one—I don’t want to hear about any other man who’s been with you. As far as I’m concerned, I’m the first.”
She laughed, and some of her anxiety eased. “Come on. Really?”
“Really.” Standing, he closed the distance between them and cupped her face in his big, warm, calloused hands.
“Logic says, of course, you’ve been with others, but even the thought of another man having the pleasure of touching you...
” His right hand trailed down her face to her throat before going further and clasping her breast. He squeezed gently, then flicked his thumb across her nipple.
“Tasting you...” Bending his head, he kissed her throat, making her moan before licking a stripe up to her ear, where he bit on the lobe.
She cried out as shivers wracked her body.
“Or sliding deep inside you makes me crazy. I’ve never been a jealous man, but you make me feel things I never have before. ”
“Oh God...” She ran her hands over his soft, cropped hair as his mouth left her ear and found her lips.
He kissed her like a starving man, and she was a buffet.
His mouth was hot, and his lips soft. His tongue slid along hers, seeking and stroking.
His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, pulling her closer, grabbing her ass, and hauling her up against his hardness.
“Nathan...” Gasping, she tilted her head to the side as he nuzzled her neck. “What are you doing to me?”
“I have a list, remember? The first thing is to see you naked.” Gripping her shirt, he pulled it up and over her head, tossing it over his shoulder. He stared down at her black lace bra for a long moment before raising his head and meeting her gaze. His blue eyes blazed with desire and need.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered before cupping both hands under her full breasts, hefting their weight in his palms. His thumbs found her nipples again, and she gasped as pleasure zinged straight to her clit.
He froze, and his eyes grew wide at his discovery.
“Willow? Are these what I think they are?”
Confusion mixed with lust in her muddled brain. “Breasts? Um, yes. They’re boobs. I’m sure you’ve seen some before.”
He jerked both bra cups down, tumbling her breasts free and revealing her to the light. “No, smart ass. These.” He tugged gently on both her tiny nipple rings, forcing another desperate moan and gasp from her. “You have your nipples pierced.”
“Y-yes.” Please don’t let that be a turn-off for him, she thought to herself.
“Fuck, that’s so sexy.” He latched his mouth onto her right nipple, tugging at the jewelry with his teeth before switching sides and doing the same on the left.
Every pull and every suck coursed through her nervous system and down her belly until they reached her throbbing clit.
A whimper escaped her, and he released the piercing.
“Does it hurt when I do that?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer before he pressed her breasts together and buried his face in her cleavage.
“Goddamn woman, I’m about to come in my jeans. ”
“No, no, it doesn’t hurt. It feels really good.” Wrapping both arms around his head, she held him to her chest, threw her head back, and reveled in the pleasure he gave her. “So good.”
“Yeah?” He lifted his head, keeping his eyes locked onto hers as he slid his palm down her side, gathering her skirt into his fist. He raised it and slipped his hand underneath. Pressing his palm between her legs, over the material of her underwear, he groaned. “Holy shit, your panties are soaked.”
“Uh-huh.” Pushing his hand out of the way, she tugged on his shirt. “Take this off.”
Reaching behind his head, he dragged the garment up and off, letting it fall to the floor at their feet.
Willow kissed the tattoo over his heart, once then twice, while tracing her index finger down his cock where it strained against the confines of his jeans.
He canted his hips forward, but she reversed the direction of her finger and ran it up the dark swathe of hair covering his abdomen.
When he snaked his arms out to grab her around her waist, she sidestepped him, and he groaned. “Tease.”
Sometime during the last few minutes, her nerves had fled—his evident need and desire for her made her feel sexy and powerful.
There wasn’t room for doubts or second-guessing, not with this heat flaring between them.
And fuck, she wanted to burn with him. She unceremoniously unclasped her bra, throwing it aside, before unzipping her skirt, pushing it down, and stepping free of the billowy, white fabric.
She stood before him in nothing but flesh-colored cotton panties.
His hands twitched at his sides as his hungry gaze roamed every inch of her exposed skin.
“Who’s teasing, soldier?” Stepping closer to him, she slowly dropped to her knees at his feet. His hands immediately went to her hair, tilting her head back and meeting her gaze with his own.
“What are you doing?” His voice was gruff and rumbling, low and intense—carnal.
“Don’t you know better than to question a woman when she’s on her knees in front of you?
” She scratched her nails up the denim covering his sinewy thighs, causing the muscles to quiver under her touch.
Unclasping his belt, she popped the button on his jeans free and carefully lowered the zipper before tugging his pants down to his ankles.
He wore black boxer briefs, the tight material clinging to every inch and ridge of his impressive length.
She placed her palm over him and rubbed up and down firmly, learning his shape.
His cock was thick and hard, the broad head pushing out against his boxers as if seeking her touch.
“Willow... I don’t know... shit.” He gasped and moaned as she fitted her mouth over his cock, wetting the fabric of his underwear.
She could taste the salty essence of his precum where it’d leaked through the material.
Resting her face against his thigh, she glanced up at him while rubbing her cheek against his coarse leg hair.
His cheeks were flushed, and his chest rose and fell with rapid breaths.
Smiling, she kissed his groin again, inhaling deeply and loving his smell—a little musky but warm and all male.
“If you keep putting your mouth on me like that, this will be over much sooner than I’d like. I haven’t...” He paused to gulp, and Willow watched in odd fascination as his Adam’s apple moved up and down. “I haven’t been with anyone since before my deployment.”
“Then you’ll have more than one in you.” Smirking, she pulled his boxers down, pushing them to join his pants at his ankles.
Once released from its confines, his cock slapped against his lower belly.
She gripped his length and pumped a few times, loving the feel of the silky-smooth hardness of his flesh under her hand.
Meeting his gaze, she licked him from root to tip before humming as she softly sucked the wide head between her lips.