Page 34 of Imperfect Match (Imperfect Match 1)
Her lids fall, closing me off to what she doesn’t want me to see, and I take a beat to really look at her. Lips swollen, shirt falling off her shoulder, hair fanning out on the bed. She looks like an angel.
“I want you to kiss me,” she whispers.
I do as she asks, leaning down, kissing her for just long enough and then pull back. “Like that?”
She nods. “More.”
“More? How much more?”
Willow wraps her hand around my neck, this time not willing to speak, but willing to show me. I fucking love it. I love when a woman is confident in bed and will take what she wants. I moan into her mouth and then she pushes me back.
“What do you want, Reid?”
“You, this, everything.”
She grins. “Be more specific.”
Who am I to deny the lady? “Sit up.”
I watch as she leans up and then grabs the bottom of her shirt, lifting it over her head. She’s not wearing a bra, and I thank God for small miracles.
My hands are on her breasts, kneading and squeezing, watching how she responds. I’ve thought about this in so many ways, but actually feeling her skin is something else.
She’s something else.
In some ways, I think that Willow and I always knew this would happen. They say guys and girls can’t be just friends, but we were—until we weren’t. I don’t know when it changed, but I thank the Lord that it did.
“Fuck, Wills,” I say and then press my lips to hers.
Her hands are on my shirt, lifting it up. We break apart just long enough to remove it, and then I need to kiss her again. I’m kissing her for all the times that I could have and didn’t. I’m kissing her because if she fucking stops to think and goes back in her head, she’ll push me away, and I want all I can get.
“Reid, please,” she whimpers and I could blow my load right now.
Hearing her say my name like that is almost too much.
“What do you want, sweetheart?”
“Touch me.”
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bsp; My hands are on her breasts already, so I know it’s not that. “It would be my pleasure.”
I slide my palms down her perfect body, loving how she squirms beneath me. I reach for her shorts and pull them off.
I take a second, because this is Willow. My Willow. And she’s naked.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are, Wills.”
Her cheeks flame and I see a hint of her retreat. Hell no. I need to touch her, taste her, feel her, so I move in.
She didn’t say how she wanted me to touch her, so I take the liberty of deciding for her.
My tongue slides around her nipple, teasing, nipping just enough to make her stop thinking, and my hand slips between us. I find her clit and rub circles while mimicking the motion with my tongue.
Willow moans, her head tossing from side to side. Her breathing grows louder and more rapid as I make her climb.
I want to make her come so many times she can’t see straight. The male ego inside of me is roaring to make her forget every other man and desire no one but me.
