But she never protested. More like she encouraged with her little moans, how wet she was, her soft, dirty words of encouragement. How she wanted him to fuck her harder and make her scream. Make her come.
“You’re a fucking dirty girl, you know that?” He licked her, sucking on her skin, wanting to leave a mark. Mark her as his so no other jackass would bother looking in her direction again.
She belonged to him.
His woman just didn’t know it yet. They were so damn good together, how could she deny that they were meant to be? He felt it. She had to have felt it. And if she didn’t?
He’d make Willow fall in love with him.
And as she came around his cock with those sexy little cries that sent him spiraling straight over the edge, he clutched at her hair, pulling her to him, kissing her so fiercely he hoped like hell she knew and understood the depth of emotion he felt for this woman.
Hell. His life had just taken a turn for the scary and unknown.
Again. Just like the last time.
Chapter Eleven
“How’s the dating going?”
Willow focused on the tedious task of peeling off yet another label and sticking it on yet another container. “What dating?” she asked innocently.
Sheridan laughed. “Come on, you recruit me to do this super boring job and you’re not even going to give me any gossip?”
“There’s nothing to tell.” She lied like a dog.
“You’re a liar.” And her best friend always knew when she lied like a dog, too.
“Fine.” Willow pushed aside the stack of containers she’d already labeled. She was about to create a bunch of new cotton candy flavors, basing them on some of the fun taffy flavors she’d tasted when she and Nick were at Fisherman’s Wharf a few nights ago, so she needed the containers ready to go so she could package them. Her Internet sales had taken off over the last few months, and she could barely keep up the supply with the demand. “We went on our fourth date last week.”
“Ooh, halfway there.” Sheridan smirked, slapping a label on crookedly. “How was it?”
Willow grimaced. “Terrible. I hate him.” She should’ve done this on her own, since she wasn’t in the mood for an interrogation. “I’m lying. It was…fun. We uh, hung out at the Wharf.”
Where he fucked her for all the world to see, gave her an orgasm so intense, her legs had shaken the entire walk back to the car, and then he’d taken her back to her place.
And proceeded to have sex with her all night long.
She wasn’t protesting, but come on. They weren’t really dating. They were hooking up more often than not. They were truly each other’s booty call, pretty much what she accused him of that first night he’d showed up unexpectedly.
It was shameful, how badly she wanted him. He’d stood on her front porch the last time he came over—which was last night, and they both agreed it didn’t count as one of their official dates, more like a meeting, he called it—smelling like the outdoors, his hair windblown, his hooded sweatshirt sprinkled with raindrops. The wind howled angrily, the night sky seemingly darker with foreboding clouds as a light smattering of rain fell.
Willow had taken one look at him, handsome as sin, flashing that devil’s smile that told her everything he wanted to do to her without saying a word. She’d greeted him at the door wearing a robe then proceeded to untie the sash and let it fall to the floor…
Revealing that she wore absolutely nothing.
He’d whistled low, his gaze locked on her chest as he pushed his way into her place—where he proceeded to fuck her against the wall next to the door, the wind whipping against the house, the rain beating an angry rhythm on her roof.
What a particularly hot night that had been.
God, being with Nick was like the most thrilling, exciting ride of her life.
“You look completely dopey eyed,” Sheridan said.
Willow shook herself. “Sorry, um. Thinking about my last date with Nick.” She winced. Why did she go and say that? Now Sheridan would have her all figured out.
“Must’ve been a doozy to put that dreamy look on your face. What happened to my cynical friend? She’s been replaced by some girl who has stars in her eyes and pines for her boyfriend.” Sheridan laughed when Willow sent her a death glare.
“Please. I pine for no one.” She was offended Sheridan even suggested it.