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Cole
Shit. She felt so good. So hot and wet and smooth. It had been so long since he’d felt like this. Free and open to be who he was.
Willow accepted him as he was, and he had no doubt she trusted him. She was lying under him, spread wide open, and letting him take her however he wanted. That was true acceptance.
He kept easing further inside, and when he’d gotten almost as far in as he could, he shoved that last inch and swallowed the moan that slipped from her lips. God, he wanted her so bad. He wanted to lose himself in her—had nearly gone that far already. Enough that he wasn’t even thinking about work or the fact that he should be out there right now.
Cole massaged her tongue with his, slowing the pace some as he slid in and out of her leisurely. He wanted to make the moment last, to draw out every ounce of pleasure. After all, this might be his only shot with Willow.
She fought the restraints, trying to get closer and closer to him. Her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples tight, taunting him. He swiveled his hips and was rewarded with another moan.
“Oh, God,” she said, “you feel so good.”
She did, too, and he was already having to hold back the orgasm. He licked her nipple, focusing on pleasuring her even more.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
“I want to be on top of you. Driving you crazy,” she said.
Just like he’d pictured her back in the kitchen. He pulled out of her, reluctant to take away that connection. But when he undid her wrists, she was on him in an instant. She pushed him back on the bed and climbed on top of him, taking him deep inside of her. She felt even more incredible from this angle. Even silkier and warm.
“Willow,” he bit out, grasping her hips.
She bent down, brushing her tits against his chest, driving him wild. “I’m going to ride you so hard you’ll be thinking about me for the rest of the day.”
Hell. Her words alone almost made him come. She made true on her promise and started moving, back and forth, the friction devastating him. Her short thatch of hair rubbed against the most sensitive parts, making him grip her hips harder.
“Faster,” he said, guiding her. “God, Willow—”
She grabbed her own tits, squeezing hard as she rode him. His brain short-circuited, his nerve endings going crazy before he exploded inside of her. He’d never come so hard and so fast, dick spasming in her heat. She bowed against him and he crushed her to his chest, hanging on at the feel of it, his complete surrender.
Her hair tickled his arm, but he felt too good to move. She felt too good. He’d never taken a woman like that in the middle of the day before—practically had her taken him. She gave as good as she got. Why had he ever questioned her?
“Do you need another shower?” she asked, a smile in her voice. “Things just got a little dirty.”
He chuckled and ran his hand over her arm, the affection coming easy to him. “I might. As long as you join me.”
“Absolutely.”
He helped her up and they showered together, another thing he hadn’t done in forever. Why the hell had he never met Willow before? Why couldn’t he have met her sooner?
When they finished, she led him to the kitchen and pointed to a tray. “Your breakfast, which is probably cold now.”
“I’ll eat it anyway.” He didn’t care that it was cold. He felt too good to care.
“So…” Willow leaned against one of the counters. “I’m sorry for doubting you.”
He jerked his thumb to his bedroom. “I think you just apologized in there.”
She laughed. “How’d that work out for you?”
He grinned. “You’re forgiven.”
When her smile faded, he stopped eating and walked over to her, setting his hands on either side of her. “What is it?” She shrugged, but he tipped her chin up so she had to meet his eyes. “Tell me.”
“This isn’t weird for you, right? I mean…with my parents being who they are?”
“No. Don’t see why it would matter.”
“I mean…I’m not saying you want to do this again or anything, but—”
“I want to do this again,” he said simply. “And unless you tell me no, I’ll be expecting to see a lot more of you.”
She rewarded him with a smile and a kiss. “Good. Then I’m going to check on the horse and then get to work.”
“I’ll be out there shortly.”
He watched her leave, her ass snug in her jeans, giving him a hard on. Damn. Willow had already gotten under his skin. He just wasn’t sure what to make of it, especially since she was only back for a visit as far as he knew.
He told himself it didn’t matter right now. She was the only one who hadn’t judged him as harshly as the rest. The only one—besides her parents—who had given him a second chance. Right now, he was going to enjoy the hell out of it.