Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Willow was boneless now, so I let her slide down to the rug. “Stay on your knees,” I ordered when she started to lay back. Her gray green eyes met mine, dazed with satiety, and she complied.
I dropped down to mine, too, glad the rug was thicker than it looked, and lined myself up behind her. She’d never been taken from behind before, so even though she was soaking wet, I slid in slowly, gently. The angle was almost too tight, but then the head of my cock popped through and the rest of my shaft slid in. Willow gasped, wriggling forward at first, then slowly easing back on it, letting me fill her.
“Does it feel good, baby?” I demanded, knowing the answer but wanting to her hear say it.
She nodded so vehemently her hair tossed. She was beyond words, but as I began sliding in and out, her moans told me everything I needed to hear. I went slowly at first, gently, but as she began pushing back against my cock with equal enthusiasm, I let myself off the leash. I wrapped an arm around her waist so she couldn’t pull away and began plunging all the way in. The hot, velvety vise of her pussy squeezed my cock to the point of near pain, but it was exquisite torture. I would have happily died here in Callum O’Conner’s guest house in the middle of a fucking blizzard before I stopped.
She came again, and I considered switching her to her back so I could see her beautiful face as I pounded her to the finale, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I filled my hands with her breasts instead and drove myself into her. Willow was making a gasping, mewling sound now, and I knew she was close to a third climax.
With timing that would make any director proud, I held off my release until I felt hers. Only when I heard the choking cry escape from her throat, the dissolution of her bones, did I let myself follow. The orgasm ripped through me as fiercely as the wind was ripping through the trees outside. I could hear it in my blood, my bones, my muscles as I collapsed beside her, barely getting up enough energy to draw her back against me.
We laid there for a long time, hearts pounding, sweat drying on our skin, breathing ragged. I wanted to say something about how it had never been like that before, but it all sounded trite in my head. Like a line.
Finally, it was Willow who spoke. She looked over her shoulder at me, her hair gloriously disheveled, her cheeks pink, and said, “Well, that’s one way to get warm.”
“Give me a few minutes,” I promised. “I’ll show you another way.”
21
WILLOW
The storm raged outside, throwing snow drifts higher and higher against the windows. “We’ll never be able to leave,” I said, pressing my forehead against the cold glass and feeling the chill all the way through my body.
Julian came up behind me and wrapped a blanket around my shoulders, then wrapped his arms around my waist to hold it in place. I leaned back against him, feeling his voice rumble in his throat as he murmured, “That doesn’t sound so bad.”
It didn’t sound so bad to me either. The two of us in our own little world–except the real world was still out there, and we didn’t have a way to tell people what was going on. Not that we could have told them the truth anyway.
Julian pulled me away from the window and into the small kitchenette. “Relax, we’re not supposed to be back in town for another three days. Miller knows we’re in Oregon and can connect the dots if we take another day or two to get back. Who else expects to hear from you right away?”
“Camper.”
“I thought Camper was staying with one of your friends.”
“He is, but he expects me back on Monday.”
Julian rolled his eyes and turned away to figure out the ancient coffee maker. “Who really is expecting you back? The friend watching Camper, and…”
“My other boyfriend.”
Julian shot me a look over his shoulder. “Not funny, Laurier.”
I grinned, then said, “Okay, seriously. My mom is out of town, so she won’t worry, and my friends won’t worry unless it’s more than a couple of days.”
“Then we have nothing to worry about.” Julian filled up the coffee pot in the sink and poured it down the reservoir. It gurgled ominously and immediately overflowed. “What the fuck?” he muttered.
I was glad he was preoccupied. It kept him from noticing that, despite my breezy tone and assurances to the contrary, there was someone who would notice if I was gone too long. Who might not worry, but who would certainly wonder. Especially if word got around town that Julian Lewis hadn’t come back from a business trip when he was supposed to.