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Authors: Sarina Bowen
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friction of her breasts against his chest, even her hands on his back seemed to burn him up. It was too much, and he felt himself breaking. He tensed for it—for the familiar sensation of climax. But that isn’t what happened. It was something else, and it took Dane a moment to figure out what.
There were tears springing from the corners of his eyes. Actual tears.
What the fuck?
His surprise was enough to wake up that part of Dane that was always intent on maintaining control of the situation. He pulled out quickly. And just as Willow opened her eyes in surprise, he rolled off her and onto his side, then turned her small body with two hands, until she was facing away from him. Holding her hips in his hands, he thrust upward again, entering her from behind.
And there it was again, that amazing feeling. Holy hell. She was like a path of honey; he could dip himself in and out forever and want nothing more. “Sweet, sweet thing,” he choked out, his hips moving on their own volition.
His heart hammering, Dane reached a hand over Willow’s hip and between her legs, flicking her clit with his thumb. She arched her back, leaning that sweet ass of hers into him with a gasp.
“Sweet, sweet,” he whispered, his voice shaking.
Willow’s body strained against him. “Oh, God,” she said. “
Dane
.”
He bucked into her, flying high. He buried his face in her hair and thrust harder.
Willow grabbed his hand, pressing it down on her sex. As he rolled the heel of his hand onto her, she came hard, moaning and straining, her body squeezing his cock in an embrace. And then he couldn’t hold on a moment longer. He burst into her, pouring himself into a woman’s body for the first time. With his hand that was still clamped over her, he slammed her against his hips once, twice, three times, until finally he could rest.
Dane’s heart thundered in his chest, and he sucked in air. Between his legs, he could feel Willow tight on him, her body still milking tiny contractions around his cock. He had never felt anything so beautiful. He panted into the nape of her neck, her hair sticking to his face, which was still wet from his tears.
Willow turned her chin toward him, tilting her shoulder as if to face him.
Dane clamped both of his arms around her. He curled one of his long legs over hers, holding her tight, but keeping her facing away.
Calm down
, he told himself. He stroked her breast and tried to measure out his breaths to slow himself.
Willow curled a hand around his and squeezed. The tears leaking from his eyes still came. He lay quietly, trying not to sniff.
It was just that he’d been up all night. It must be exhaustion breaking him down. Turning him into a total pussy.
He closed his eyes. With his hand on Willow’s chest, he could feel her own breathing lengthen and slow. His body listening to hers, he finally began to relax.
* * *
Willow lay locked into his embrace wondering what had just happened.
She’d felt it again, an odd intensity between them, unfurling when they touched. And now he clung to her, like a drowning man to a life preserver. She closed her eyes, memorizing the feel of his powerful chest against her shoulders.
They fit together perfectly.
Chapter Seven
Dane woke up slowly, sunlight against his eyelids. As he came to, he realized that one of his arms was still curled around Willow’s waist. The shock of waking up next to her sent his pulse racing.
Jesus, dude!
What are you still doing here?
Blinking at the curve of her neck, it was cruelly apparent just how far he’d strayed from the plan. And he couldn’t even count how many of his own rules he’d broken.
Go, asshole. Now.
Carefully, he eased his arm off of her body. Willow sighed in her sleep, rolling onto her stomach, her face still turned away from him.
His heart pounding, Dane counted to sixty. Then, he slid carefully off the bed. As noiselessly as possible, he gathered up his clothes, carrying them into the kitchen. There he
There were tears springing from the corners of his eyes. Actual tears.
What the fuck?
His surprise was enough to wake up that part of Dane that was always intent on maintaining control of the situation. He pulled out quickly. And just as Willow opened her eyes in surprise, he rolled off her and onto his side, then turned her small body with two hands, until she was facing away from him. Holding her hips in his hands, he thrust upward again, entering her from behind.
And there it was again, that amazing feeling. Holy hell. She was like a path of honey; he could dip himself in and out forever and want nothing more. “Sweet, sweet thing,” he choked out, his hips moving on their own volition.
His heart hammering, Dane reached a hand over Willow’s hip and between her legs, flicking her clit with his thumb. She arched her back, leaning that sweet ass of hers into him with a gasp.
“Sweet, sweet,” he whispered, his voice shaking.
Willow’s body strained against him. “Oh, God,” she said. “
Dane
.”
He bucked into her, flying high. He buried his face in her hair and thrust harder.
Willow grabbed his hand, pressing it down on her sex. As he rolled the heel of his hand onto her, she came hard, moaning and straining, her body squeezing his cock in an embrace. And then he couldn’t hold on a moment longer. He burst into her, pouring himself into a woman’s body for the first time. With his hand that was still clamped over her, he slammed her against his hips once, twice, three times, until finally he could rest.
Dane’s heart thundered in his chest, and he sucked in air. Between his legs, he could feel Willow tight on him, her body still milking tiny contractions around his cock. He had never felt anything so beautiful. He panted into the nape of her neck, her hair sticking to his face, which was still wet from his tears.
Willow turned her chin toward him, tilting her shoulder as if to face him.
Dane clamped both of his arms around her. He curled one of his long legs over hers, holding her tight, but keeping her facing away.
Calm down
, he told himself. He stroked her breast and tried to measure out his breaths to slow himself.
Willow curled a hand around his and squeezed. The tears leaking from his eyes still came. He lay quietly, trying not to sniff.
It was just that he’d been up all night. It must be exhaustion breaking him down. Turning him into a total pussy.
He closed his eyes. With his hand on Willow’s chest, he could feel her own breathing lengthen and slow. His body listening to hers, he finally began to relax.
* * *
Willow lay locked into his embrace wondering what had just happened.
She’d felt it again, an odd intensity between them, unfurling when they touched. And now he clung to her, like a drowning man to a life preserver. She closed her eyes, memorizing the feel of his powerful chest against her shoulders.
They fit together perfectly.
Chapter Seven
Dane woke up slowly, sunlight against his eyelids. As he came to, he realized that one of his arms was still curled around Willow’s waist. The shock of waking up next to her sent his pulse racing.
Jesus, dude!
What are you still doing here?
Blinking at the curve of her neck, it was cruelly apparent just how far he’d strayed from the plan. And he couldn’t even count how many of his own rules he’d broken.
Go, asshole. Now.
Carefully, he eased his arm off of her body. Willow sighed in her sleep, rolling onto her stomach, her face still turned away from him.
His heart pounding, Dane counted to sixty. Then, he slid carefully off the bed. As noiselessly as possible, he gathered up his clothes, carrying them into the kitchen. There he
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