Page 64 of Love in Sleepy Hollow
And she feels just as right in my arms as I thought she would.
Willow clutches my shoulders.
She makes a low, humming sound in the back of her throat.
My erection jerks, hard and aching.
My body begs for more. It wants to feel Willow on my lap, her heat pressed against mine. It wants me to pull off her shirt so I can take her breasts in my mouth. It wants Willow naked, the body I’ve fantasized about more times than I can count on glorious display.
And from the way Willow is throwing herself into the kiss, I think she might feel the same way.
But.
It’s our first date. Our first kiss. And Willow’s too important to rush things with.
So I command my body to stand down.
When we finally break apart, flushed and breathing hard, I don’t immediately go back for a second kiss. Instead, I just look at Willow, committing each beautiful detail to memory.
“Well,” she finally says. “I guess I was right.”
“Right about what?”
“That you’re a good kisser. I had a feeling you would be.”
“Oh?” I smile at her. “I am, am I?”
She laughs. “Yes, you are.”
“You’re not too bad, either,” I tease. “Although I suppose I should probably kiss you again. Just to make sure.”
Willow tilts her head and purses her lips like she’s thinking. “You probably should. And I should probably make sure the first kiss wasn’t a fluke.”
I set my features in a solemn expression. My lips twitch. “That would probably be best.”
A few silent seconds pass. Then Willow presses her lips to mine. As she pulls away, she says with a smile, “Nope. Not a fluke.”
I smile back at her. “Nope.”
“You know,” she adds, “earlier, in the store, I thought my day couldn’t get any worse. But now? Spending Christmas Eve with you? Sharing our first kiss of many to come? I think this might be one of my best days ever.”
Happiness swells in my chest.
And with it, gratitude that things worked out as they did.
“I think it’s one of my best days ever, too,” I agree. “And I can’t wait to make more of them with you.”
