With a nod of agreement, Harry took her hand. “Would you like to go for a walk with me?”
“Now? It’s dark.”
“Which means it’s the perfect time to be outside. I bet you’ve never seen stars like the ones that are out tonight. We’ll grab a bottle of wine and a blanket and walk along the beach until you’re ready to sit, then we’ll get a little drunk and talk and watch the stars.”
“That sounds perfect.” Like, one hundred percent absolutely the best way to finish the evening. A little wine, a romantic setting, maybe a make-out session...
Harry threw a blanket over his shoulder, grabbed a fresh bottle of wine and two glasses. “You ready?”
She looked down at his bare feet. “You going like that?”
“Yep. And I’d advise you to do the same.” He smiled at her shoes. “As sexy as those things are, sand is unforgiving.”
Willow slipped off her shoes and took the glasses from his hand with a wink. “All set.”
Harry was right, the stars were absolutely amazing, although as they got further from the house and the lighting grew more dim, Willow got a little concerned about not being able to see where she put her feet.
“I’d hate to roll an ankle,” she said, putting a hand on his arm. “Would you mind if we just made camp here?”
Harry laughed. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but I’m more in the mood for the sitting, talking, and getting a little drunk idea than I am to go stumbling along a moonlit beach.”
“Well, why didn’t you say something?”
“Because what really matters to me is making you happy. If you wanted a walk, then I’d give you a walk.”
Willow was thankful for the darkness because it covered up the totally ridiculous look smeared across her face. To have someone put her needs, no her wants, in front of his? That was an amazing feeling.
She closed her eyes and squealed to herself.
That man.
That one man was the most amazing human being she had ever met in her entire life.
Harry dug a little hole in the sand and put the wine bottle down before spreading out the blanket and having a seat. “Did I see Juliet drop you off?” he asked as she joined him on the blanket.
“Yep.”
“Didn’t she trust you with the car?”
Willow laughed. “Not even a little. And I fully support that decision.”
“Okay, I’ll bite.” Harry leaned back on an elbow and the moonlight illuminated his face. “Why not?”
“I don’t know how to drive.”
“You’re kidding me. You never learned?” He sat up and crossed his legs, clearly unable to process an adult who didn’t know how to operate a vehicle.
“I moved to New York when I was sixteen, remember? There are subways and taxis and all manner of ways to get around. Plus, who was going to teach me, in the city like that? My parents were still in Pittsburgh. And then there’s the cost of storing the car.” Willow flared her hands. “I just never had a reason to learn.” Harry’s look of utter astonishment was kind of adorable.
“I don’t know what to say. One of the great joys on this earth is driving down the road on a sunny day with the wind in your hair and the radio on as loud as you can handle.”
Willow shrugged. “I’ll have to take your word for it, I guess.”
“Nope. That simply won’t do. I’ll teach you tomorrow and you can drive around the rest of the week, free as a bird.”
Now that sounded exciting. Willow loved learning new skills. “Really? Would you do that for me?”
“I don’t think there’s anything in this world I wouldn’t do for you.”
She dug her wineglass into the sand and took his, placing it next to hers before she climbed into his lap and wrapped her legs around him. “Anything?” she asked, her face inches from his.
“Anything.”
“Would you kiss me right here?” She touched a finger to her cheek.
“Of course.” He grazed her skin with his lips, just a whisper of contact.
“And here?” She tilted her head and ran her hands down her throat and along her collarbone.
“Gladly,” he growled, tracing the line she drew with his mouth, sucking lightly at her neck.
“What else would you do for me?” she asked, her chest heaving.
Harry slid his hands underneath her hips and lifted her just enough to unfold his legs and lay her down on the blanket. “I’ll make you feel like a princess. I’ll cherish you. Meet your every need and desire. Lift you up and make you feel strong.” He kissed her lips, then trailed kisses down her body while sliding his hands underneath her dress. “Damn your legs are amazing.”
He skated his fingers along the edges of her panties. Desperate for him to slip those fingers under the fabric, to feel his skin against hers, Willow arched her back. He slid her dress up, exposing her bare stomach and the sheer lace of her underwear.
“Holy hell, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Harry nuzzled her abdomen, then left a line of kisses down to the apex of her thighs.
Willow’s chest heaved as her breath sped through her lungs. There she was, stretched out on a blanket on the beach, exposed and aching to be filled. The rush of the ocean joined with the thrum of blood in her veins and never once in all her life had she been so lost in the moment that she didn’t care who might see or what might happen. Need flared to life and lust ignited her senses.
All she knew was that she needed him. She wanted him. That everything in that one moment—that one delightful moment—hinged on Harrison Moore.
He rubbed a thumb across her clit and she practically detonated, moaning loudly, so lost in sensation that she didn’t even consider trying to be quiet.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
She managed to answer with the quietest of affirmative sounds and Harry slid a finger inside her panties to
