“See ya around, Willow.” Miles says, dropping his gaze to where I’m holding onto her before smiling at me. “See ya, brother.”
Shaking my head I close the door behind them, then turn toward Willow, and she takes a step back holding her hands up between us. “I really do need to go.”
“I bet you do.” I take another step toward her. “You keep running, babe.”
“I’m not running, I just—” She cuts herself off and glances around, looking frantic.
“You just what?” I raise a brow and take another step toward her.
“I’m not interested.”
“You’re not interested?”
“No, I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’re great and hot, plus you have that whole mysterious thing going on, but I’m just not into that right now.”
“You’re not into that right now.” I bite back a grin.
“Stop repeating what I’m saying.”
“Babe, you’re into me, just admit it.”
“No, I’m not.” She shakes her head, while doing everything she can to avoid making eye contact.
If I didn’t know that was a lie, my ego would be bruised, and if I wasn’t so curious, I sure as fuck wouldn’t be wasting my time. But fuck, this woman has taken up all my headspace since the moment I met her, and I know in my gut there’s a reason for that.
“You are.”
“You’re so full of yourself,” she huffs.
“You’re here.”
“Yeah, because you forced me to be here.” She tosses her hands into the air.
“You could have drove home when we left the parking lot at the store.” I point out and she balls her hands into fists. “But you didn’t do that, you followed me home.”
“Okay, I will admit I did do that.” She nods. “But that doesn’t mean I’m into you.”
“Come here, and let me get my mouth on you and I’ll prove you’re into me.”
Her eyes widen and she takes a step back. “No! No more kissing.”
“Scared?”
“You’re so cocky.” Pink spreads up her cheeks.
“You know I’m right.”
“You’re not and also, it’s rude to just kiss a woman.”
“Not if that woman is into it.” I stop in my tracks and cross my arms over my chest. “I’ll make you a deal.”
“What?” she asks, sounding weary.
“I’ll back off, you can go back to dating all these guys who obviously don’t have what it takes to hold your attention, if you can kiss me without showing any kind of reaction.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“You’re the one who said you’re not into me, so prove it.”
Swallowing as she stares at me, I can see the wheels in her head turning as she tries to figure out if she can do it, then I watch determination fill her gaze, so much of it that I almost laugh.
“Okay, fine.” She rubs her lips together. “But only one kiss.”
“Come here.” I wait and it takes a few seconds for her to start slowly walking toward me. I can tell she’s nervous by the pulse beating rapidly in her neck and the way her pupils have dilated. When she’s close, I let my hands fall to my side then wait to see what she will do when we’re toe-to-toe. My fingers twitch at my side as her hand moves to my jaw and she leans up on her tiptoes bringing her mouth closer to mine. Ducking my head, I listen to her sharp intake of breath at the first brush of our lips, I tell myself that I should go slow, but the need to prove my point takes over. Curling one hand around her waist, I pull her hips into mine, then slide my other hand up her back and into her soft hair. The noise she makes in the back of her throat has my cock hardening behind my zipper and she loses whatever control she was clinging to. As my tongue slips into her mouth, she presses her tits into my chest and digs her nails into my biceps. Whatever apprehension she had when she agreed to the deal crumbles to dust at our feet and she gives in, letting instinct and desire take over. I fight back a groan when her fingers find their way under my shirt. I start working on the buttons of her coat wanting to touch her.
“Clay,” she gasps, letting her head fall back to her shoulders as I trail my lips down her neck to her collarbone.
“Right here.” I get her out of her coat and let it fall to the floor, then bite back a curse when her fingers slide under the edge of my jeans skimming the head of my cock that is begging to be released. The noise she makes when I cup her breast is one of the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard in my life, and I can’t wait to hear it again.
“Oh god.” She pants and I duck my head and pull her breast into my mouth through the thin material of her top. “I—oh lord.” She gasps then within the blink of an eye she’s feet away from me looking dazed with her lips swollen and her eyes glassy. As her chest heaves, she looks around then she quickly rushes to grab her coat then across the room.