“I like making you feel good.” His finger moved deeper and she combusted. Set ablaze by desire. She wanted more. Holy shit, did she ever want more.
And then Harry froze. He sat back and pulled his buzzing phone out of his back pocket. “Sorry,” he said. “Forgot I brought it with me.” He threw it onto the blanket without looking at it and leaned over her, reigniting her with a lingering kiss. “Now, where were we?”
He crept between her legs and brought his face to her panties, sucking on her clit through the lace while she arched her back and gripped at the blanket underneath. Just as he moved to slide her underwear down her legs, his phone buzzed again.
“Shit. Let me turn that off.” He picked up the phone, and then cursed again. “Well, in case you weren’t sure you wanted to learn to drive, this should do it for you.”
“What do you mean?” Willow was too consumed with lust and need to make a whole hell of a lot of sense out of his statement.
He flashed her the phone. “Juliet’s here. Now. In the driveway, ready to take you home.”
Chapter Nineteen
Willow
The ride home with Juliet reminded Willow of the time her dad caught her smoking a cigarette when she was fifteen. While he found it hilarious, she was mortified to have been caught doing something wrong. He fought back laughter and looked stern while she tried to hold it together long enough not to cry in front of him.
As Julz chuckled beside her, Willow didn’t feel like crying, but she sure was embarrassed. Thankfully, the distance from the house and the dark of the evening blocked Juliet’s view of the beach and what had been happening on it, but there was no way for Willow to hide her mussed hair and flushed cheeks. The sand clinging to her back and the heated eye contact after a long and sensual kiss goodbye from Harry.
“Have a good time?” Juliet finally asked after a few awkward seconds of silence. Even in the darkened cab, Willow could see the look of utter delight in her friend’s eyes.
“I most certainly did. Although I could have used another half hour or so.”
“Half an hour?” Juliet quirked a brow. “You think Harry has that kind of stamina in him?”
“I don’t know, but I’d love the chance to find out.”
“Ohhhh…” Julz laughed in understanding. “You were still…err…getting started.”
“Yep. So, thank you for ensuring that I spend the rest of the night hot, bothered, and completely unsatisfied.”
“Hey. You’re the one who lost track of time.” Laughter filled the cab. “You knew when I was coming back to pick you up. You could have called if you wanted to ask for an overnight.”
Willow shook her head as they pulled into the driveway. “I was so wrapped up in him that I forgot time was even a thing.”
The look on Juliet’s face was priceless. “Oh, Willie. I’m so happy for you. I know exactly what you mean because I’ve been there too. I feel it all the time when I’m with Ian.”
“Harry’s so sweet. So gentle. So tasteful. But, he’s actually a man, you know? With his gruff voice and rough hands and love of cars. He’s this awesome blend of two things that typically cancel each other out.”
“Believe me, I know,” Juliet said, beaming at Willow as she shifted the truck into park.
“And we start talking and I lose all track of everything but him. What he’s saying. The thoughts behind our conversation. The way his voice sounds. The feel of his skin. The smell of him…” Willow trailed off and closed her eyes. “And as if that wasn’t enough, I haven’t even started to tell you about the signs!”
Juliet turned the key in the ignition and killed the engine. “Oh no.” She swung open the truck door. “Here we go.”
“Even you will think these are worth paying attention to.” Willow held up her index finger. “First there’s his name, which isn’t a big deal, but it’s the first sign I got.” She was talking fast, but she was too excited to slow herself down.
Juliet led Willow to the front door and pushed it open as she called out to Ian to let him know they were home. “Harry sharing a name with the actor in Temple of Doom is kind of a stretch, don’t you think?” She paused as Ian appeared at the top of the stairs in a pair of PJ bottoms and nothing else. “I’ll be right up, I just need to get the play by play first.”
“Oh good, more girl talk.” He ambled off toward the bedroom, his bare feet slapping the hardwood floor.
Juliet led Willow into the living room and offered her a glass of wine. Politely shaking her head to decline, Willow curled into the corner of the couch. “Okay,” she said, holding up her hands. “Even I can admit the name thing is a little far-fetched. But just wait. It gets better.”
She explained the coincidence with their birthdays. The fact that he loved Prokofiev’s Romeo and Juliet as much as she did. “And Julz, he’s never seen the ballet, but I swear to God he kissed me right at the very moment Romeo is supposed to kiss Juliet in the balcony scene.”
Juliet sighed and flared her hands. “So the birthday thing is pretty strange. I’ll give you that. What are the chances that he shares a birthday with your grandpa and you share a birthday with your grandma? That’s a hefty coincidence.”
“Oh, come on. That’s it? The whole sharing a love for the same piece of music thing is nothing to you? His kiss coming right at the perfect time? I mean the exact time the kiss is supposed to happen in the ballet?” Willow punctuated her words by stabbing the air with her pointer finger. How could Juliet not understand?
“I don’t know, sweets. A lot of people like the same songs. I think it’s just more proof
