Page 45 of Wherever You Are
“I’d just like to keep an eye on him. Know your enemies and all that.”
She relaxes. “If I see him, I’ll let you know.”
I skim her more now.
Willow wets her lips and looks nervously at the tiled floor but also, she’s smiling. “You’re thinking about the other part of the story, aren’t you?”
I smile back. She’s so cute. “The blow job part.”
She talks to me, not the floor. “I thought about omitting that, but I figured it might be better to just tell you, so we can…practice.”
Have I imagined Willow sucking me off?Yeah.
But I’d be okay with never getting head if that’s what she preferred. It’s not necessary inside our living, breathing soul-deep connection.
“Let’s practice.” I pull my shirt off my head.
“Um…do I…?” She’s about to drop to her knees, but I catch her waist and pull her against my body.
Cupping her cheek, I tenderly, slowly draw her lips to mine. We kiss, consuming this trembling affection that pumps blood. Heady and electric.
Her fingers curl around the waistband of my jeans. I taste her eagerness and desire, and I track kisses down her neck. Her body bows into me. Closer, her breath shallowing.
Christ.
My dick stirs, and I trail my hand between her shoulder blades. I feel wetness frombeer, and I pull back to ask, “Did you drink a beer?”
Willow glances at her stained clothes. “No, when you texted, I rushed to the door so fast that I knocked into someone’s Guinness.”
I hold her face. My heart is beating double-time for this girl. “You want to take a shower with me?”
Her lips part, then eyes widen on the tub-shower. “I, uh…”
“You can sayno.” I press my lips to her forehead. “No pressure, Willow.”
She thinks quietly, her hand now in mine. She doesn’t let go, and I feel her fingers tighten around mine. “Okay.”
“You sure?”
“I want to,” Willow says, sounding assured. She fumbles with the buttons tomyjeans, and I undo hers. Unzipping, I see the star pattern of her panties.
I dive my hand down to her ass, and she shuts her eyes, craving. Wanting. The same physical and emotional current runs through my veins. We shed each other to just aching skin, and I kiss her deeply while I reach out and crank on the faucet.
Water pours through the tub before I flick a switch. Heat cascades from the showerhead.
She takes off her glasses, setting them on the toilet lid, and we step in together. I help Willow so she doesn’t fall. Close-up, she can see somewhat without glasses, but further away, it’s all blurry.
I sling the shower curtain, closing us into the small space.
Vapor cocoons us, water drenching bodies and hair. I push mine out of my eyes, and I can see Willow descending into her head. Naked and vulnerable. Her shoulders turn in.
I bring her closer to me and hold my girlfriend for a second. Hugging her to my chest. I feel her speeding heart.
“You can bail at any time,” I remind Willow.
“I don’t want to,” she murmurs. “I want this. I’m trying not to think too much and just…feel.” She looks up into me and goes for the kiss.
I smile against her lips, and my hand roams along the curves and valleys of her soft skin. Parting her mouth with my tongue, I deepen the kiss, drawing a gentle moan from her body.Fuck.I harden.
