Tilting her head, she looked up at him, she cupped his jaw and saw him swallow hard. “We could talk about our first crushes, or we could maybe…stop talking.”
His eyes closed as her fingers caressed his jaw, his lips.
“It’s your call, Levi.”
“No fair, Willow. You know I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”
She gasped. “Really?”
He nodded before slowly moving forward until Willow rolled onto her back. “Yeah. Really.” Then his lips claimed hers and she was more than okay with waiting to ask any more questions–even though she suddenly felt like she had a million of them. Raking her hands up into his hair, she held him to her while he completely consumed her.
It didn’t take long for him to cover her body with his and for Willow to wrap her legs around his waist. It felt so good–the feeling of the weight of him on top of her–and it no longer mattered where they were or whose house it was. She wanted this.
Wanted him.
And thanks to Gammy and her closet full of condoms, she knew she could have him.
Honestly, Levi knew there were reasons why they shouldn’t be doing this, but for the life of him, he couldn’t have remembered even one of them right now. With Willow beneath him, wrapped around him, the only thing he could focus on was finally being free to touch her the way he wanted to.
And he wanted to in a dozen different dirty ways.
Slow…you’ve got to take things slow.
Wait…why?
He deepened the kiss–or maybe she did. All he knew was that Willow’s hands had a tight grip on his hair and her legs had an even tighter hold around his waist. It was almost impossible to move, and he desperately wanted to. The need to touch her and be touched by her was almost overwhelming, and he’d rather deal with the brief disappointment right now of breaking their connection than waiting much longer to do what he wanted to.
Lifting his head, he stared down at her breathlessly.
“I’d ask if you’re sure, but…”
“I’m sure, Levi. So very, very, very sure.”
It was hard not to smile. Her face was so serious, and her words were so firm and unlike anything he’d seen of her until this very moment. “I thought we were going to…”
Her hands continued to rake through his hair as her eyes scanned his face. “I thought so too. But…this just feels right, doesn’t it?”
Ah…there it is. The uncertainty.
Can’t have any of that.
“It does,” he said, his voice gruff and sure. With a curt nod, he said, “Do you really think we’ll have the house to ourselves all night? I’d hate to have an awkward encounter with your grandmother and have her walking in while we’re…well…you know.”
With a sexy little laugh that was part giggle, part moan, she said, “This is the first time I’m experiencing this kind of a situation with her. Most of the time I come to visit she refrains from…sleeping out. Actually, I don’t think it’s something she would normally do while anyone’s here visiting. I have a sneaky suspicion that she’s doing it to give us a little privacy.”
“Okay, but…”
“She was trying to get all the details about our sex life out of me earlier, and it was the most awkward conversation ever. And in the middle of the nail salon, no less!”
“Yeah, okay. But…”
“I mean, why would she think I’d share that kind of information? And for that matter, why would she want to know?” She shuddered dramatically. “It’s one thing to discuss your sex life with your friends, but I don’t think it’s particularly proper to talk about it with your family. That’s just weird.” She paused and looked up at him. “It is weird, right? Or do you think I’m way off-base here?”
“Willow…”
“I mean, just because I don’t have that kind of relationship with my mom or my sister, doesn’t mean that it’s like that for everyone else. Do you ever talk about sex with your father?”
“What?! No, why?” Then he paused. “You mean other when he gave me the sex talk when I was a teenager?”
“Well…yeah. Like do you ever share with him any information about the women you sleep with?”
“Oh, God…”
“Or what about your sisters? Do you ever try to get advice from them?”
“Why would I go to my sisters for sex advice?” he cried, horrified at the very thought of it.
“There’s no need to freak out, Levi. It was just a question.”
“And it was just a question when I asked if you thought we’d have the house to ourselves for the night.” And it took her several moments of him staring at her pointedly for her to understand what he was saying.
“Oh. Right. Sorry.” She let out a nervous laugh. “Um…basically, I can’t say with any great certainty that she’ll really be gone all night.” Her smile was slow and filled with all kinds of promises. “We’ll just have to make sure to play it safe and lock the door.”
Finally! We’re back on track!
With a surge of energy, Levi jumped off the bed and opened the bedroom door. The linen closet was right there, and he nearly ripped the door off its hinges in his haste to get it open. The hallway was dark, and he fumbled around for a moment before he found the box of condoms. It took less than a second for him to grab it and walk back into the bedroom–locking the door behind him. Why bother with picking out a packet or two when he could just take the whole box and place it next to the bed.
Talk about being optimistic…
Willow was exactly where he’d left her, and she looked like some sort of sexy vixen–her dark hair in disarray on the pillows, her nightshirt hiked up to reveal a pair of pastel pink panties. His mouth went dry and all he could do was stand at the foot of the bed
