“No, you are.” Moved by her friend’s genuine emotion, Willow found herself fighting tears as well. The reaction was everything she hoped for, everything Juliet and Ian deserved.
While the couple disappeared in a crowd of family and well-wishers, Harry pulled Willow over to a not-so-visible corner near the front door. “You look amazing in this dress,” he said, running his hands over her waist and hips. “But I can’t wait to get you out of it.”
A private grin tugged at her lips, and she wasn’t sure what she liked more, being wrapped in an embrace in a secret corner of the restaurant, the way his hands felt on her, or the idea of their clothes in a pile at their feet. “I missed you all day,” she said, pressing her cheek to his chest, loving the way her body molded itself to his.
“I doubt that.” Harry put a finger to her chin and lifted her face, nuzzling her neck, kissing that shiver-inducing spot just below her ear.
With his mouth busy building need like a fire in her belly, Willow didn’t feel it was fair not to share the love. She slid her hand between them and massaged his already slightly hard cock. “I missed this all day, too,” she said, giving a little squeeze.
Harry loosed a low groan and his dick jumped in her hand.
Encouraged by the reaction, she continued. “And I couldn’t get you out of my mind because I’m so sore from having you inside me. I can’t move without aching for you.” She gave another squeeze. “It’s so good.”
“Damn, that’s hot,” he breathed. “You have no idea what you do to me.” He leaned in and kissed the edges of her ear, the whisper of contact sending a shower of goose bumps across her skin. “But if you’re good, I’ll make sure to show you later tonight.”
“Oh, I’ll be good,” Willow promised, stroking him until she felt him straining against the zipper. “Very, very good.”
“You’re not being very good right now. In fact, you’re being very, very bad. You know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?” Harry grabbed her ass and pushed her hips against his.
“Mr. Moore?” The voice came from behind them and Willow spun to find a mortified waitress holding a tray of hors d'oeuvres. “They need you in the kitchen,” the girl said, looking everywhere but at Willow. Harry promised he would be right there, and the waitress practically ran away.
“You can bet you’re gonna get it now.” He grabbed Willow’s waist and pulled her into his arms, then thrust his hips so she could feel his erection digging into her back. “You dirty, greedy little girl.”
She giggled and leaned back into him, turning her head over her shoulder. “I’ll hold you to that, you know. A man is nothing without his word.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Willow
Juliet absolutely sparkled with happiness and Willow found herself battling a gigantic lump in her throat more than once. On the one hand, she was ecstatic for her friend.
Juliet so completely deserved everything she found in Bliss. So completely deserved to have such a large, welcoming family surround her. So completely deserved to have a man like Ian open his heart to her and show her the true meaning of love.
But on the other hand, as the Moores welcomed Juliet into their life, reality smacked Willow across the face. Soon, she’d head back to New York. Back to ACB. Back to a life she loved, but also felt diminished after her week in Bliss.
The quick glimpses of Harry bustling around the restaurant physically hurt.
She yearned for him.
She hated the fact that an entire room of people stood between them…then began to worry how it would feel when the time came for her to leave and the majority of the east coast separated them.
She purposefully chose a chair on the outskirts of the family. She tried telling herself it was to have a better view of all that was going on, but she knew that wasn’t true. She needed distance between herself and everyone at the party, because in a few days, there’d be over seven hundred miles separating them all.
Letting herself be swept up in the romance of Harrison Moore had been a foolish decision. There was no chance of anything real ever happening between them. Powerful signs from the universe or not, the facts were simple.
He lived in Bliss while she lived in New York, and they were both were married to jobs that couldn’t relocate.
Willow swallowed the rest of her wine and stared blearily into the empty glass. Maybe she needed something stronger to get through the night. She made a beeline to the bar and wound up running straight into Harry.
“Hey.” He brought his hands to her waist. “You look like someone ran over your kitten. What’s wrong?”
She closed her eyes, desperate to remember the moment and forget it all in the same instant. The concern in his gaze. The warmth of his hands on hers. The strong, masculine scent of him. How good she felt standing that close to him. All those things managed to both break her heart and put it back together again. She shook her head, not trusting her words. In fact, judging by the growing lump in her throat, there was a good chance she was about to lose it in the middle of her best friend’s party.
Harry put a hand to her cheek and pulled her further away from the others. “Hey, hey, hey,” he said, his voice as gentle as his touch. “What’s going on? Talk to me, my angel.”
That was all Willow needed to lose control. She took a shuddering breath as tears welled. “I’m sorry.” She swiped at her eyes and tried to calm the spasm in her chest. “I’m okay.”
“You’re clearly not.” Harry wiped a tear from her cheek. “Come on. Follow me. I know
