“Sit down,” Juliet insisted as Harry pushed his chair back from the table. “You cooked. The very least I can do is clean.”
She padded around the kitchen in her bare feet, pausing to run a hand up Ian’s arm as she collected his plate, or to trail a finger across his shoulders as she bent to grab another dirty dish. Ordinarily, Harry would roll his eyes at their very overt way of loving each other, but since knowing Willow, and discovering what it meant to always want to be in contact with her, he didn’t find it quite as eye-rollable.
In fact, it only made him want to run upstairs and be with her while she dressed. Maybe offer a little input on what panties she should put on. The white lace ones from last night looked so good on her tight little body, it made him wonder what other bits of lingerie she had and what other colors would look good on her.
Or off her.
So much for having room in his pants.
And wouldn’t you know, that was the moment Willow came bounding into the kitchen, her hair swept into a messy bun, wearing the teeny-tiniest pair of shorts and a loose—though slightly sheer—white top. Her long legs seemed even longer in a pair of high-heeled ankle boots. As fantastic as she looked in her outfit, all Harry could think about was getting her out of those clothes.
He wanted her naked body pinned underneath him.
He wanted to slide into her and watch her eyes widen in a combination of pain and ecstasy as he buried himself.
Shit. At that rate, he wasn’t going to be able to stand for the entire day. He adjusted himself under the table and did his best to focus on his brother until his penis was under control.
“You ready?” she asked.
“More than you know,” he replied, doing his best to ignore the questioning look Ian shot him.
Juliet turned off the water in the sink. “You guys go have a good day. I’ll finish up these dishes.” She met Willow’s eyes. “Oh, and Willow? Harry can have you today, but tomorrow, you and I have a mani-pedi appointment. Because, you know, I’m getting married in a couple days and the whole reason you’re here is to be with me because you’re my maid of honor. You know. Nothing big.”
Willow rushed across the room to hug her friend. “I can’t wait. We’ll make a day of it. We’ll get our nails done. And our hair. And we’ll have some drinks. Maybe go shopping. Whatever you want!”
Harry knew the whole reason Willow was in Bliss was for the wedding. He knew he shouldn’t feel selfish about who she spent her time with. He knew he should be grateful that Juliet had been as cool as she had about Willow spending so much time with him in the first place. That didn’t change the fact that he was, in fact, disappointed to realize tomorrow was for Juliet and not for him.
All the more reason to make today memorable, he told himself as he led Willow into the bright morning.
“Nice,” Willow said as she stepped off the porch and bounded toward the Jeep he kept around for days he didn’t want to take the GTO out. “I was kind of afraid you were gonna bring the car you restored. I mean, it’d make a great story, learning to drive in a car like that, but I didn’t want to be the one who, I don’t know, shredded the gear box or something.”
“Shredded the gear box?”
“I don’t know. I thought that sounded appropriately car-ish and dreadful.”
“Sure. Let’s pretend any of that makes sense.” Harry smiled broadly. “It’s gorgeous again. I figured we could take the soft top off the Jeep if you want.”
“You said it’s the best feeling ever, right? Top down, sun shining, and music up?”
“All while sitting next to a beautiful woman…” Harry added, mostly because he liked the way she scrunched up her nose when he embarrassed her.
“Or a hot guy.” Willow bit her lip. “Works either way, I guess.”
Harry opened the passenger door. “I’ll drive us to a parking lot, where there’s lots of room for you to practice…”
Willow silenced him by stepping into his space, pressing her perky tits against his chest and looking up at him with those big blue eyes. She hooked a finger into his belt loop and pulled him even closer, as if simply being near him wasn’t good enough.
He slid his hands up her cheeks and into her hair, angling her face so that when he brought his lips to hers, it was the most perfect angle for the most perfect kiss with the most perfect girl on the most perfect day. She opened her mouth to him, releasing his belt loop to drag her hands up his back, where she curved her fingers and dug ever so slightly into his shoulders. It was intense, not at all painful, and hot as hell.
“Careful,” he said, only pulling back far enough to give himself room to speak. “Or you might not get that driving lesson today.”
“Oh I’ll get a driving lesson,” she whispered, trailing her fingers down his back. “But I also fully intend to get something else you promised me last night.” And then she grabbed his ass with both hands and gave a little squeeze. “Just as I thought. Perfection.”
Two could play at that game. He grabbed her ass and pulled her toward him. “No way. This right here in my hands is perfection.” He slid his palms down until he felt the skin of her
