twitched, not with humor but with surprise.
“That apology I’ll accept.”
The pad of his thumb traveled softly across her skin, gliding over her bottom lip and pulling it open. “But I’d rather have something else from you.”
8
O NCE AGAIN D EV was following Willow as she walked into her house. Only tonight there was nothing between them but overwhelming need.
Her hips swayed and she threw him a glance over her shoulder to make sure he was still there. Dev could read the hesitation that still lingered beneath the heat. It bothered him, but he had no idea what to do about it.
The realization that telling her the truth about the past hadn’t dislodged whatever concerns she had about this made his stomach tighten. But not enough for him to put a stop to what was going to happen.
He wanted to touch her again...more than he wanted to breathe.
So he’d take what she was willing to give him and worry about the rest later.
He followed her inside. Just like that first night, he didn’t bother to look around her place. Who cared how she decorated? He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her. How could she not know just how tempting she was?
But she didn’t.
And that only made him want her more. Made him want to show her in every possible way just how sexy and beautiful he found her.
Instead of heading straight for the stairs, Willow slipped into the kitchen. Light flooded the room. She stopped in the middle of the space. Dev took advantage, slipping up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist.
She was tall, but he was taller. Even in the heels that she loved, she fit perfectly tucked into his body. Her head rested against his shoulder, at just the right angle so that he could curve around her and find the fragrant spot where her neck and shoulder met.
The elegant slope of her back pressed to his chest, her rear snuggled around the throbbing erection that was his constant companion when she was near.
God, she felt so good.
Which is probably why he didn’t realize that her body was strung tight with tension until his hands slipped over her stomach and up her sides.
She quivered, but not in response to him. The fine tremor coursing beneath her skin wasn’t a reaction to his touch...it was something else.
His head—the one residing between his ears instead of beneath his fly—kicked in. “Willow? What’s wrong?”
Dev took a step away from her, thinking she must have changed her mind, the hesitation he’d sensed finally coming to the forefront.
But her soft sound of protest and the way she reached behind to grab on to him and keep him close told him that wasn’t the case.
Pulling him with her, Willow took several steps toward the sleek table sitting off to the side of her kitchen. The graceful column of her throat bent, dragging his attention down with her.
Dev sucked in a hard breath, finally seeing what she’d already noticed. The glossy surface of a photograph reflecting back at him from the center of her kitchen table. No doubt she’d noticed it immediately because this was her home and she’d recognize the slightest detail out of place.
He’d been too preoccupied with the need to get his hands on her.
Dammit. Anger swelled hard and fast inside him, blocking out everything else.
His hands tightened on her waist and he tried to pull her away. Not that a simple photograph could harm her...but the message sprawled across it in bloodred letters definitely could.
Every muscle in his body tensed for a fight that probably wouldn’t come. There was no way to lash out at whoever had threatened Willow.
But the single word— whore —wasn’t what really bothered him, not that it wasn’t bad enough. The real problem was the photograph beneath the writing.
It was from last night. Willow’s head was thrown back against the wall in the darkness of the alley. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open in ecstasy. Several buttons on her shirt hung open, revealing the lacy edge of the bra
“That apology I’ll accept.”
The pad of his thumb traveled softly across her skin, gliding over her bottom lip and pulling it open. “But I’d rather have something else from you.”
8
O NCE AGAIN D EV was following Willow as she walked into her house. Only tonight there was nothing between them but overwhelming need.
Her hips swayed and she threw him a glance over her shoulder to make sure he was still there. Dev could read the hesitation that still lingered beneath the heat. It bothered him, but he had no idea what to do about it.
The realization that telling her the truth about the past hadn’t dislodged whatever concerns she had about this made his stomach tighten. But not enough for him to put a stop to what was going to happen.
He wanted to touch her again...more than he wanted to breathe.
So he’d take what she was willing to give him and worry about the rest later.
He followed her inside. Just like that first night, he didn’t bother to look around her place. Who cared how she decorated? He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her. How could she not know just how tempting she was?
But she didn’t.
And that only made him want her more. Made him want to show her in every possible way just how sexy and beautiful he found her.
Instead of heading straight for the stairs, Willow slipped into the kitchen. Light flooded the room. She stopped in the middle of the space. Dev took advantage, slipping up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist.
She was tall, but he was taller. Even in the heels that she loved, she fit perfectly tucked into his body. Her head rested against his shoulder, at just the right angle so that he could curve around her and find the fragrant spot where her neck and shoulder met.
The elegant slope of her back pressed to his chest, her rear snuggled around the throbbing erection that was his constant companion when she was near.
God, she felt so good.
Which is probably why he didn’t realize that her body was strung tight with tension until his hands slipped over her stomach and up her sides.
She quivered, but not in response to him. The fine tremor coursing beneath her skin wasn’t a reaction to his touch...it was something else.
His head—the one residing between his ears instead of beneath his fly—kicked in. “Willow? What’s wrong?”
Dev took a step away from her, thinking she must have changed her mind, the hesitation he’d sensed finally coming to the forefront.
But her soft sound of protest and the way she reached behind to grab on to him and keep him close told him that wasn’t the case.
Pulling him with her, Willow took several steps toward the sleek table sitting off to the side of her kitchen. The graceful column of her throat bent, dragging his attention down with her.
Dev sucked in a hard breath, finally seeing what she’d already noticed. The glossy surface of a photograph reflecting back at him from the center of her kitchen table. No doubt she’d noticed it immediately because this was her home and she’d recognize the slightest detail out of place.
He’d been too preoccupied with the need to get his hands on her.
Dammit. Anger swelled hard and fast inside him, blocking out everything else.
His hands tightened on her waist and he tried to pull her away. Not that a simple photograph could harm her...but the message sprawled across it in bloodred letters definitely could.
Every muscle in his body tensed for a fight that probably wouldn’t come. There was no way to lash out at whoever had threatened Willow.
But the single word— whore —wasn’t what really bothered him, not that it wasn’t bad enough. The real problem was the photograph beneath the writing.
It was from last night. Willow’s head was thrown back against the wall in the darkness of the alley. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open in ecstasy. Several buttons on her shirt hung open, revealing the lacy edge of the bra
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