“Of course you will.” Willow couldn’t imagine otherwise.
“You danced.” Ben stated after several minutes, evidently setting aside the topic of the rink. “Your knee okay? Hip?”
“Ah.” She stretched out a leg, easy in the bench seat of the truck as it was set to accommodate Ben’s long legs. “No. I’m good.”
“You liked it.”
Yeah, she did. As they pulled to a stop in front of her cabin she told him so.
“Now I’m pleased.”
“I thought it was about pleasing me.” Willow could have slapped a hand over her mouth as the unbidden comment popped free.
He clicked free his seat belt and turned toward her, leaning back against his door. Lounging, waiting, he watched her. “It is. Tell me, Will. What else can I do to please you?”
Holy smokes! The temperature in the truck shot up about a thousand degrees. She opened her mouth, closed it. “The pool thing is good.”
A small smile played around his lips. “All right. I’ll pick you up at five tomorrow. I’ll take you out to Vince’s place for dinner first. That work?”
“Sure.” That wasn’t a squeak, was it?
“Anything else?”
Nothing that I can say out loud. “I think that’s about it.” And a few hundred kisses? Those hands all over my naked body?
One brow winged up. “Really?” He perused her hot face, inching slowly forward. “I have a suggestion, then.”
Oh boy. “You do?” Definite squeak this time.
“Oh yeah.” Another inch forward, as if he didn’t want to startle her. “It involves a repeat of yesterday.”
Butterflies flew in dizzy delight in her stomach, her breathing catching up to the speeding of her heart. “It does?”
“Most definitely.” He traced her lips with the pad of one finger, seemingly mesmerized as they parted slightly under his touch. “I love your mouth.”
Desire quickened, a sharp need that had her aching for a more intimate touch. “It’s nothing special.”
Something fierce and dark glowed in his eyes. “I beg to differ. But let’s try a test.”
He pressed his lips to hers, her face cupped in one of his hands. Willow felt the tip of tongue lick lightly against her mouth, teasing her senses. “Heavenly,” he murmured against her lips.
“Heavenly,” she agreed, eyes closed to savor the tender moment. Then he kissed her again, more demanding this time, his tongue plunging deep, licking the sensitive lining of her cheeks and tangling with hers. It was wet and wild, and becoming wilder still.
His hands shifted to her shoulders, edging her coat off her shoulders and down over her arms. Once freed, she fisted her hands to the front of his shirt, her head tilted back in surrender. Lust bloomed, a scorching greed so strong she felt her bones melt.
Ben, she thought, her soft moan a muted whisper of his name.
Whether he’d scooped her up or she’d jumped him, Willow didn’t know. She just suddenly found herself spread over Ben’s thighs, her legs straddling him so that the very core of her was pressed against the bulge in his jeans.
With a soft sound of approval he possessed her lips again, one hand wrapped around the back of her head, the other pressing over her butt, holding her too him as if she might wiggle free any moment.
Not a chance in hell.
He slayed her. Simply slayed her. Her mind and her body. Most especially her body. Her skin felt too tight, her flesh burning her through. He pressed open-mouthed kisses down her jaw to suckle the wildly beating pulse at her throat and sigh escaped. She buried a hand in his thick hair, holding him as used his tongue to drive her senseless.
At least in her head. Her body, on the other hand, was a mass of raw nerve endings, her senses on overload. She would have fallen if she hadn’t been sitting, or kneeling, straddling muscled thighs that bunched under hers.
Thighs that led to lean hips. which fed into the thick ridge currently pulsing insistently between her own thighs.
Feeling the strength and size of him under her hands and under her spread legs made all her female parts weep with desire, her nipples beg not to be left out. She rubbed her torso against his chest, seeking relief from breasts swollen with need. As if understanding, Ben curved a hand over the lush swell of one breast.
Willow froze and shivered at the same time, falling into his heated gaze, locked on hers as if seeking her every reaction to his touch. Amber ringed the magnificent bronze once again.
Nipping at her lips, Ben flicked his thumb across one taut peak. “You like that?” His voice was a low rasp in her ear. Then he did something amazing at her neck that had her tilting her head for better access. “Now imagine how much more you’ll feel without the clothes.”