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Her frown is slight. “Did you just call me baby?”
“Did I?” I didn’t even realize it. “You don’t like that?”
“I love it,” she whispers, and I swear I can feel her skin grow warm beneath my palms. “I like it when you call me Will too.”
“I’ve been calling you princess in my thoughts lately.”
“You think about me?” She sounds surprised.
“Will.” I lean in, my forehead touching hers. “I think about you all the fucking time.”
She tilts her head back a little, aligning our mouths, and I can feel her breath waft across my lips. Can sense the faint tremble that runs through her. “I think about you too. All the time. It’s like I can’t stop.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Willow
Something came over me as I hurriedly prepared to meet with Rhett. All of the game playing and pretending that feelings aren’t actually there is exhausting. Look at poor Iris. She’s trying to play it cool in regards to Brooks—her mode of operation pretty much her entire life—and she’s miserable. Unsure. I don’t want that. I’ve dealt with enough uncertainty and misery when it comes to a particular boy—Silas. I vow that I never want to experience that again.
To give myself so freely, so openly to a boy without knowing how he feels about me in return? Sounds like absolute torture.
I couldn’t stand the thought of doing it again with Rhett. There is no need for me to play games with him. I like him. He’s pretty much admitted that he likes me too. What’s the harm in that?
Nothing.
This is why I’m being totally honest with him. Expressing my true feelings about him. I want Rhett to want me as badly as I want him. And I want him so much, my body aches with the need to be pressed against his. I want to absorb his warmth and strength. I want to feel his arms come around me and hold me tight. I want to kiss him until my mouth aches and my jaw is tired and then when it’s over, I want to do it all over again.
If Iris heard what I just said to him, she’d probably tell me I’m making a huge mistake. But I don’t think so. I think me confessing that I can’t stop thinking about him is just what Rhett wants to hear. Needs to hear.
“You haunt my every thought day and night.” He turns his head slightly, his mouth connecting with my cheek, and I suck in a harsh breath, tingles sweeping over me at the touch of his lips on my skin. They’re soft, and when he speaks, they tickle me. “I think about the two of us alone and I’m doing all kinds of things to you.
Self-conscious Willow would be too afraid to ask what sorts of things but …
“What do you want to do to me?” I slide my hands over his shoulders and around the back of his neck. Up into his hair, which is soft and silky and clings to my fingers. I remember touching his face last Friday night, how he invited me to do whatever I wanted.
“If I told you, you’d probably slap me.” His mouth hovers above mine. “All of my thoughts about you are dirty, princess.”
I like how he calls me that. “Tell me.”
He doesn’t tell me. He kisses me instead. His mouth settles on mine, that first electrifying touch sending a sizzle of awareness straight through me, settling between my thighs. I lean into him, my lips parting beneath his, his tongue sweeping in. Searching my mouth, twisting around mine.
The kiss turns heated in an instant. His mouth is greedy. Insistent. I respond to every stroke of his tongue, every groan that sounds deep in his chest when I scoot closer. When I touch him somewhere new. I don’t worry about what he might think or if I’m being too forward, or too much. I touch him where I want, slipping my fingers beneath his sweatshirt to touch the bare skin of his stomach. He’s hot and firm, and he groans when I curl my fingers around the waistband of his joggers, his hand immediately settling over mine. Halting my progress.
“You want me to stop?” I whisper into his mouth, grabbing his lower lip between both of mine and giving it a tug.
“I want you to slow down.” His hand is gentle as it rests over mine, his teeth nipping at my lower lip in response to what I just did to him only a moment ago. “We’re not getting naked out here, Will.”
My entire body lights up at hearing him use the word naked. “Why not?”
“Anyone could find us.”
“No, they won’t. We’re lost.” And that sounds perfectly logical to me.
Rhett chuckles. “This is the first time we’ve kissed. I’m not taking it much farther than that.”
I pull away from him, disappointed. As if he can sense it, he gathers me back into his arms, holding me close, his mouth resting against my forehead.
“You need to learn patience,” he says, his deep voice making my skin break out in goosebumps all over. “It’ll all be worth the wait.”
