Each step he took in my direction sent a thousand more butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I was glad I didn’t stop and eat anything because I hadn’t felt this nervous since the first time he and I had met.
He stopped right in front of me, and I tried to remember to breathe as I looked up at him. He placed his hands on either side of my head and lowered his face until we were at eye level.
“What are you doing here, Willow?”
‘Be strong. You can do this.’
I raised my hand, sliding it up his stomach until I heard his sharp intake of breath. I grabbed his tie, pulling him even closer. “I want you. Right here. Right now.”
His eyes bore into mine, hesitating as if he was debating it, and I started to second-guess myself. Maybe he wasn’t ready to let it all go.
‘No. Screw that. I was the one mad at him.’
I narrowed my eyes before yanking on his tie and pressing my lips to his. That snapped him out of whatever was holding him back.
“Fuck.” He slammed me back into the door, one hand moving to cradle my head and the other sliding down to cup my ass. His kisses were demanding and exactly what I wanted.
I groaned when he suddenly pulled away, panting as he looked at me.
“Are we okay? God, I fucking want you, but I need us to be okay first.”
Any anger I had left melted away as I placed my hand on his cheek.
“Yes. I wouldn’t be here-in heels-if we weren’t.”
His mouth dropped open again as his eyes darted down. He lifted my skirt up, staring at my legs like they were a bottle of water in the middle of a desert.
“Fucking hell. What are you doing to me?”
There was a loud thud when he plastered me to the door again. It only took him a second or two to have my skirt on the floor, followed quickly by my shirt.
As I guessed, neither was going to be making a reappearance in my wardrobe.
I think he cursed when he noticed the corset, but I wasn’t sure since his face was soon buried in my chest. The rest of his words were muffled, although I made out ‘beautiful’ and ‘tits’ in there somewhere.
I had to agree. One of the perks of pregnancy seemed to be an upgrade on my boobs. I did wonder if I would get to keep them after the baby was born, or if they would have to be returned.
Like leasing a car.
Whatever he was doing felt great though, and I tangled my fingers through his hair to keep him as close as possible. His lips eventually moved north, trailing across my chest, along my collarbone, and up my neck.
“Lose the panties.”
He used that gravely sex voice that went straight to my lady parts. My entire body was tingling so much at this point, I thought I was going to combust if I didn’t have him soon. I quickly shimmied out of my panties while he cursed at the ribbons of my corset.
At least he was as impatient as I was.
My hands moved to rid him of his clothes next, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He groaned against my neck when I tugged his pants and boxers down, finding Cocky Junior ready to go.
“Now. Leave the rest on,” I begged, not caring that we were both still half-dressed.
“Mmmm,” he moaned, sucking below my ear. “There are so many things I want to do to you right now.”
‘Yes, please!’
His hands slid down my body agonizingly slow before he gripped my thighs and lifted me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, crying out when he pushed inside me.
My moans were muffled by his mouth as he drove me into the door over and over. It was fast, hard, and animalistic. I kicked off my shoes before digging my heels into his backside.
I gasped for breath when his lips left mine and landed on my neck. He grunted and cursed as he filled me. He was hitting places in me I didn’t know existed. I cried out again and he stilled momentarily.
“Am I hurting you?”
I tugged at his hair, filled with impatience. “Don’t you dare stop.”
He chuckled, sliding his nose up my jawline. “God, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this.” He then proceeded to pound me into the door so hard that I was surprised we didn’t break it down. wood he had used for it was definitely worth the buck.
Maybe it was my already amped-up arousal from thinking about being with him all morning. Maybe it was the thrill of sex in a semi-public space. Maybe it was the two-week drought.
Or maybe this was what make-up sex was all about.
I wasn’t sure the reason why, but it didn’t take long at all before I was seeing stars and he was groaning his release. He kissed me hard, moaning into my mouth, his thrusts slowing as he came down. His kisses softened as he stilled, but he kept me pinned to the door.
“Are you tired of holding me up?”
He pulled his face back, his eyes heavy-lidded as he smiled smugly. “No. I’m nowhere close to being done with you yet. Just give me a few minutes to get it back up.”
I laughed, brushing my fingers through his hair. That didn’t sound bad to me at all. I had a lot of pent-up energy to get out.
“Who was that on the phone when I walked in?”
“You mean when you stormed in?” he asked, grinning at me. “That was-” He named a famous director and it made my throat dry.
“Oh.”
Fuck my life. He laughed again, nuzzling my neck. “God, I love you.”
After a couple more minutes of kissing, he tightened his grip on my wiggling hips. “Why are you squirming around?”
I buried my face in the crook of his neck so he couldn’t see my blush. It was his fault I couldn’t keep still.
“It tickles,” I mumbled.
“What ticks?”
He was going to make me say it.
“Your stuff.”
One of his hands moved to tilt my head until he could see my face. “What are you talking about?”
I bit my lip, trying to squash my embarrassment. I should be able to say these things to him.
I couldn’t look at him while I did it though. I shook off his hand, placing my lips next to his ear.
“You are dripping down my thigh and it tickles.”