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And it’s so fucking sexy I can barely handle it.
I’m resolved, though. “You are wanted. You are beautiful. But we have tomorrow, Willa. And the day after that and all the days after that. Can you be a good girl for me and go to bed? You can touch yourself and hate me if you want.”
“I can’t hate you.”
“Stroke that pretty pussy and dream of the future.”
“Will you…” Her gaze falls to my erection, straining at the front of my suit pants. The fabric is no match for how much I desire her.
“No,” I say hoarsely. “That’s yours, I promise. But not tonight. I won’t touch myself until you are ready for me to share your bed for the rest of our lives.”
She opens her mouth to protest or promise something I can’t let her give me. Not yet.
I press my finger to her pretty lips. “And you need to sleep on the idea of that before you promise me something you might regret tomorrow.”
Her eyes flare, sharp and frustrated.
But there’s also understanding there. Slowly, she nods against my finger.
Then, because she’s a cheeky girl, she pops her lips open and latches on to the tip of my finger, sucking for a glorious second before letting go.
“Okay, Mister,” she says brightly.
Not Mr. Thorne.
Justmister.
And blood roars through my ears.
“Is this a bad time to tell you that I actually liked calling you Mr. Thorne before?” She smiles innocently. “And when it made you mad…that was hot.”
Jesus. I’ve created a monster.
“Go to bed, Willa. Make yourself come.” I tighten my hold on the towel. “I think you’re dry enough. I’ll keep this.”
She slides off me, naked as a jaybird.
Hungrily, I watch her walk away.
She pauses just before disappearing around the corner and glances back at me.
Everything in me aches to follow her.
I stay where I am.
“Good night, gorgeous.”
I wait for the sound of her door to close, but it doesn’t come.
Pulse pounding, I drop my head back and wait.
Chapter 17
Willa
I leavethe door open on purpose, knowing that he’ll listen.
It takes me a long time to relax. My pulse pounds as I crawl into bed naked. I stare up at the ceiling and think about everything he’s told me about the last four months.
