Willow: June (9 page)

“You know it isn’t nice to laugh at people,” he said, pushing her up against the door.

“I’m not laughing
at
you. I’m laughing with you,” she chuckled, then pinched her lips together.

“Notice, I’m not laughing. If I had known people would feel entitled to talk to me, I wouldn’t have let the news come out.”

She cupped a hand on the side of his face. “Oh, you poor baby. It must be hard work to have everyone want to be your friend.”

He shook his head and frowned. That wasn’t really the issue, and any other day he wouldn’t have minded. “You know all I wanted to do was have dinner, then take you home where we could spend some time together.”

“You had to know something like that would happen though. You can’t announce to the world you’re a respectable business owner and not think people would be curious. It’s very different from the image you’ve put out there over the years. Playboy. Ladies man. Ne’er do well.”

He pressed into her personal space, bracing his hands next to her head. “That’ll teach me then.” Lowering his head, he kissed her like he had been aching to do all night. He licked the seam of her mouth, sliding in when she opened for him. Their tongues tangled then retreated. He lifted his head and pressed his forehead against hers, catching his breath for a moment. “I was only concerned with one person.” Soft lips met his in the briefest of dances again before he pulled back. “You.”

“Oh!” She squeaked. “Why is that?” She asked, air puffing against his wet lips.

For so many reasons, but he went for his basest one. “Because I want you to know I can take care of you, of us. I want you to know there’s more to me than
serial dating
and having a good time.” He nipped her bottom lip, unable to resist.

“I know that,” she whispered. “I’ve always known there was more to you, Cedric. I just didn’t think you cared what I thought.”

“I care a lot, love. More than I think you’re willing to acknowledge.” He dropped a quick, hard kiss on her mouth then got her in the SUV.

Twenty minutes and a couple of red lights later, they were back at her place. He walked her to her front door, hoping she would invite him in. He wouldn’t press her for more than she was ready to give, but it didn’t stop him from hoping.

“Are you coming in tonight?” She asked, as she dug her key out of the tiny purse.

Yes!
“If you’d like me to,” he said, struggling to keep his cool.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want you to.”

Cedric didn’t need to be told twice. He wrapped his arm around her waist, scooping her up against his body at the same time as his mouth fused to hers. He felt the brush of her feet against his ankles and knew he’d lifted her off the ground.

With his free hand, he waved it over the lock, popping the door open. It bounced against the wall with a loud bang.

Willow’s mouth disengaged from his. She looked over her shoulder at the door. “What the hell?”

“You have it enchanted, but it’s no match for a determined warlock.”

He kicked the door shut behind him and carried her off to her room.

T
his is
what Willow had been waiting for. Cedric didn’t stop moving until he had them on her bed, him hovering over her. Their lips were still melded together. Her nails digging into his back, clinging to him tightly.

There were too many clothes between them. His suit. Her outfit. She wanted to feel his bare skin against hers. Run her hands over his chest and hips, making her way to the ass she drooled over.

Cedric was the first to get his hands on skin. His fingers danced beneath the hem of her shirt, pushing it up as he explored and caressed. She whimpered as his darker magic flowed over her. Deep, sensual need that licked and teased. Tiny currents of electricity danced in the wake of his touch, setting her body on fire. All of it made her head spin. It was a damn good thing they were on the bed.

“Damn, your skin is soft,” he puffed against her lips.

“Too many clothes,” she responded, frustrated that he wasn’t naked. She tugged at his jacket and tried worming her hands between them.

He leaned back then reversed off the bed. He popped the button on his jacket and slid it off. He took his time folding it neatly, putting it on the chair not too far from the bed, while keeping his eyes locked onto her. It was hot as hell to see a man climb out of his suit. He rested his fingers on the top button of his vest. He had to have his clothes tailored to perfection. The vest hugged his chest nicely and tapered at his waist.

She pushed up onto her elbows, ready to take in the show. The bastard took his time popping each button. She felt like minutes ticked by before he undid the first. Then another round of waiting before the next button. There were five of those things, and when he got to the third, she’d had enough.

“
Aperta
,” she said and a pointed finger at each button. They came undone one at a time without any help from him.

“Hey,” he said in mock outrage, the lifting of his lips into a smile giving him away. He peeled the vest off and folded it, setting it with his jacket. Kicking off his shoes, he set them next to each other, perfectly lined up next to the chair.

“You know, I’m all for neatly folded clothes and being orderly, but you’re taking entirely too long.” She crawled to the end of the bed. “At this rate, I might as well go make a cup of tea and check out what’s on TV. You can let me know when you’re ready.”

“Aren’t you the impatient witch? I thought you might like a slow seduction.”

“Isn’t that what we’ve been doing for almost two weeks? Soft kisses. Tender caresses.”

“I thought you liked that,” he said with a mix of confusion and offense. He was too damn cute.

She got off the bed to stand in front of him. Hooking a finger between two buttons of his shirt, she jerked him forward, closing the distance between them. She got up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. She devoured him, moving her mouth against his, sucking his bottom lip before letting go. “I do, but sometimes it’s okay to grab what you want,” she whispered, allowing the husky edge of burning desire to take hold.

He grinned and took a small step back. Waving a hand down his front; the buttons came free one by one. The shirt was tossed on top of the vest and jacket, and the pants flew next. Socks came off and he was gloriously naked.

Willow licked her lips and wondered how she didn’t jump him the first day he showed up at her house under the guise of helping her.

Cedric’s body was a thing of beauty. She’d always known that. Dark, sun-kissed skin was everywhere. His smooth chest, lightly furred arms and legs. Broad shoulders and ripped chest and abs filled her field of vision. Her gaze dipped, eyes rounding. She knew the man wasn’t little. Had felt as much on occasion, but holy hell. Seeing his length and the width of his cock, she wondered how the man walked with such a thing when aroused.

He shifted forward, brushing his thick erection against her silk shirt. Panic tried to set in but she pushed it aside. This was her chance to see what all of the fuss was about.

“Now you’re the one overdressed,” he said pulling her dazed gaze. A smirk curled the corners of his mouth. His eyes had a wicked glint to them.

She was but wasn’t ready to strip naked. There was something she wanted to do. Something she wanted to taste and cradle in her mouth. But first, there was a journey to take. She pressed a kiss over his heart; aware she was giving away what she felt. She flicked her tongue over his dark nipple, pulling his taste in. There was a hint of earth and storm mixed with sweat. His nipple beaded slightly, spurring her to tongue it again. She wasn’t happy until she could see it tighten.

Not one to leave the other side out, she tongued and tortured his other nipple into submission before continuing her cruise down his chest. She used everything she could to explore the hard ridges of his washboard abs. Tongue. Teeth. Lips. Hands.

Focusing her energy into her hands, she let fire build beneath the surface before stroking over his sides and down to his hips. Cedric grunted and moaned as she played with his flesh. Her magic spilling from her in a bid to make him feel the intensity she did. She dropped to her knees in front of him.

Purposely ignoring the throbbing erection in front of her face, she placed soft kisses across one hip, following her trail with her hand. Switching sides, she did the same thing. Kisses and the hot slide of her magic over his skin.

His cock bobbed the closer she got to it, silently reaching out for her touch. A tortured plea left his lips as she continued to ignore his cock. His hand fell to her head, trying to push her where he wanted her.

Willow looked up his body and caught his gaze. With slow methodical movements, she wrapped her hand around the base of his dick, pushing her magic out and over it. She knew heat would seep into his skin and dance across his nerve endings.

“Fuck!”

Willow grinned when he ground the word out. She stroked him lightly, forcing a drop of pre-cum from the tip. Leaning into him, she placed her free hand on his hip and swirled her tongue around the head of his shaft. She licked away the drop with her tongue and savored the salty taste of him in her mouth. Opening her mouth, she bobbed up and down on his length. Working more and more of it in on each pass. When she had him covered in spit, she added her hand into the action. Massaging up and down, while she swirled and twirled her tongue around the head.

He was hot and smooth, his cock pulsing in her mouth. She was torn between letting him finish in her mouth or letting him fuck her silly. His hips jerked, and she was sure the decision had been made for her.

C
edric couldn’t take
it anymore. He needed inside of her. Needed to feel her pussy grab onto his dick as he fucked orgasm after orgasm from her. Don’t get him wrong, he
loved
her lips and hand wrapped around his dick, but he had waited so long to get Willow into bed, he wasn’t going to spoil his first shot.

Fuck, shot!
If he didn’t pull out of her mouth in the next second, he would shoot his load into her mouth. The tingling bites of magic were no help either.

On a groan, he managed to step away from Willow and that damn talented mouth of hers. He helped her up off the ground and immediately stripped her of her clothes. Underneath the silk blouse was a cream-colored lace bra, and she wore matching lace bikini panties. His mouth watered at the sight and his brain shut down. He was sure he was standing there with his mouth open and drool coming out.

“Cedric?” He heard her whisper, uncertainly clouding her voice.

Her words from earlier echoed in his ears.
Sometimes it’s okay to grab what you want.
Damn, he wanted her. “Décrocher,” he said, unhooking her bra with that one little command.

She gasped, and he leered as her bra fell away, revealing her beautiful breasts. They were perfect creamy globes with dark pink tips. The exact shade of the flowers on her tattoo. He wanted to spend his time learning her body, but he needed her too much. His erection throbbed and his balls ached.

He shoved her panties down her legs before backing her up against the bed. She tumbled backwards. He followed her down. As if it was the most natural thing, her legs parted, cradling his hips. The feel of her legs around him, damn near undid him. For so long this was what he wanted. He thrust against her mound, unable to resist. Loving the feel of the neatly trimmed tuft of hair abrade his shaft.

He kissed her hard, pouring as much feeling and passion into it. He shifted his hips and reached between them, aligning his cock up to her wet entrance. He pushed forward, forcing her slick folds to part, allowing him entry. He didn’t stop until he was buried deep inside, his balls resting against her ass.

God, it was going to be quick. Wet heat surrounded him, and the small, minute spasms of her core rippled over his shaft. His eyes rolled into to back of his head at the exquisite feel.

Willow moaned low in her throat. Pleasure washed over her face, her mouth dropping open. Her legs came around his hips, locking them together. He didn’t know if she thought he would leave or if she wanted him to wait.

“Please, Cedric,” she begged.

Those two little words destroyed his control. She never begged…for anything. Snapping his hips back, he thrust hard and deep. Angling his strokes so he was riding her clit. Over and over again he pounded into her.

Sweat slicked his body as tension gathered at the base of his spine. There would be no holding it off any longer. He fucked her harder, each bump of his pelvis against her clit pulling a gasp from her lips.

He felt her magic build and shimmer around them, calling to his in a way he’d never felt before. There was a crack of thunder as he moved faster, getting lost in the feel of finally being with Willow. It was everything he dreamed it would be…and more.

Willow’s pussy suddenly tightened around him, clamping down on his cock. Her head tipped back as her body arched into him, a scream leaving her lips and echoing through the room. Her magic seemed to snap, and they were engulfed with flames.

It was too much and triggered his orgasm. He slammed into her again and let go, a roar ripping from his throat. The pressure in his spine released as he pumped cum into her. His magic erupted into the frenzy. Lightning sparked around them, merging with the fire. It was a damn good thing they couldn’t be hurt by it all.

Minutes passed before he collapsed next to her. He arranged her so her back was to him; her ass snuggled against his groin. Her head rested on his arm. Breathing the scent of sex and Willow in, peace filled him. He tried to resist it, but his eyes slammed shut.

Hours later Cedric woke up. Willow was snuggled against him in the same position they had fallen asleep in. Moonlight seeped through the window giving him just enough light to see the tattoo on her back. He traced over her shoulder, following the thick tree limb down onto her back.

Shifting slightly so he could get a better look he continued his journey over the ink. The tree limb connected to the trunk. It curved sharply and he wondered what it meant. What thing in her life had that drastic of a turn?

“High school,” she mumbled, starling him.

“How did you know I was wondering about it?”

“I know you, Cedric. You pay attention and like to know how people tick. It was natural to assume you remembered me telling you it represented my life, the twists and turns. High school wasn’t a great time but when we graduated I resolved to change a few things. Mostly how people perceived me.” She rolled to face him, brushing a kiss across his lips. “Now go back to sleep.”

He wasn’t ready to though. He kissed her, running his lips over her jaw and down her arched neck. Her breath caught in her throat he couldn’t resist pushing her onto her back and making love to her again.

When they were finished, he collapsed with her pressed into his side and they both drifted to sleep.