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  For a moment they sat in companionable silence, both just content to simply relax. From somewhere in the apartment she heard a clock strike the hour and jumped from the shock as the bell echoed in the silence.

  “Is it really that late? Where did the time go?”

  “You know what they say, time flies when you’re having fun.” He smiled seductively.

  Willow blushed again at the gleam in his eyes. He looked as though he wanted to devour her, much like she had the pizza. Her pussy flooded, and she was again astonished by how he could make her incredibly wet, so ready with just a look.

  “May I use your phone?” she asked suddenly, trying to break the spell he had cast over her body.

  “Of course.”

  Seth led her to a small cordless phone set up in the less formal area of his living room. It was the section that Jason had persuaded him into creating. He was much more comfortable on the other side, among the items that reminded him of his youth, or other pleasant times in his life. There wasn’t a single piece of furniture in the more formal room, not a single piece of bric-a-brac, that didn’t hold a fond memory for him. Jason had tried to entice him to sell some of his collection once, but he could not be persuaded to part with the items, no matter how generous an offer was made.

  Looking at Willow, however, he was glad he had caved in and created the less formal area as well. He was about to leave, to allow her some privacy when she stopped him by placing her hand on his arm. Sitting beside her on the overstuffed couch, he was careful not to touch her. He knew if he did, he would pull her into his arms. From there he would kiss her, and, especially after the shower he had given her, he felt sure things would escalate until he was buried within her again. Sometimes modern conveniences were most inconvenient in his opinion.

  From his position beside her, he could smell her arousal. That tempted him more than the thought of tasting her blood. He could barely resist tasting her blood flowing into his mouth. He knew if he touched her he wouldn’t be able to resist tasting her sweet cream on his tongue again. Never before had any woman been so tempting to all of his senses, so addictive.

  “Hello? Roxy, it’s Willow. No, no, calm down, I’m fine. I just didn’t realize it had gotten quite this late.” She paused as the person on the other end, Roxy, spoke. “Yes, I’m sure you guys were worried about me, but I’m fine.” Another pause. “Yes…hold on.”

  “Um, where are we?” Willow blushed prettily as she covered the mouthpiece and admitted she wasn’t sure where she was.

  He smiled, unable to blame the girl for not paying more attention to her surroundings the previous night. They both had other, more pressing, things on their minds.

  “Is there a problem?”

  “No, it’s just—in order for my friends to come pick me up I need to be able to tell them where I am,” she explained.

  “I’d be happy to take you wherever you want to go.”

  For a minute she just sat and stared at him.

  He decided to take a chance. “If you don’t have any other plans, somewhere else you have to be, you are welcome to stay here. We could talk or…” His voice trailed off, allowing her imagination to run wild with all the possibilities. He tried to keep his expression neutral, though inside he prayed she would stay with him longer.

  “Roxy, I think I’m going to stay here a little longer… No, Seth will bring me back home… Yes, I know… I’ll be fine… Well, it’s not like I have something to do… Look.” Willow sighed. “I’m a big girl… Yes, I know I’m your little sister, but that’s not the point. I’ll be fine. I’ll call you, okay… Yeah, alright…bye.” She hit the end button, looking uncertain of her decision now that the call was over.

  “Is everything all right?” Seth wished he could think of something better to say. He felt like a fool, but again refused to go snooping through her brain. Typically it didn’t bother him to find out what he wanted to know regardless, but with her it was different.

  “It’s fine. My sister just worries about me. I’ve… Well, I’ve never just disappeared with a strange guy before. That combined with the craziness that’s been going on the last few days have made her worry more than usual. When she didn’t hear from me earlier, I guess she just started to freak.”

  “That’s understandable. But I promise you’ll come to no harm while you are here. I am glad to hear you don’t typically go home with just any man, though.” He was more relieved than he should be, but pushed those thoughts to the side.

  “Thanks.” She looked around the room. “What do we do now?”

  Seth laughed, his head falling backward for a second as the amusement bubbled out of him. She seemed so innocent at times.

  “We can do whatever you want to do, sweetheart.” He gave her a molten look. He knew what activities he would enjoy, but would put no pressure on her.

  “I wouldn’t mind watching a movie or something but I haven’t seen a TV anywhere…” Her voice trailed off as she looked around the room.

  “I don’t watch much television.” It was the truth. He was about to show her where the large television that Jason had also talked him into installing was hidden, but she spoke.

  “Oh. Well then, what would you suggest we do?” She blushed as she glanced at him and saw how he was looking at her. He knew he had to be devouring her with his gaze. “Why don’t we talk,” she suggested.

  “Talk?”

  “Yeah, talk. I’m going to be honest with you. More honest than I’ve been with most guys I’ve ever been with, especially after just meeting them.” Her face turned a delicate shade of pink. “I want you. I really, really want to feel you inside me again. But I’m not used to being just a…a sex toy. This is all new to me and I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

  “As I said before, you are welcome to stay as long as you like.” His voice was low and husky. Despite his intentions, it was hard to try to control the lust filling him. “But if you wish to talk, then we shall talk.”

  “What’s your favorite color?” She burst into a fit of giggles when the question was out. “I’m sorry, this just feels really weird. Usually the silly questions come before the wild, uninhibited sex.”

  He lifted her hand and kissed the back, his tongue lingering on her skin. “My favorite color is burgundy.”

  “I think you are the first person I’ve ever met who picked that color.”

  Seth shrugged. “What kind of crazy stuff has been going on that would make your sister worry?”

  Willow nibbled her lip gently. He easily read her reluctance to “spill her guts” as she had phrased it on her face. He was learning her mannerisms and since he was fairly certain she wasn’t about to throw her head back and scream with pleasure, the nibbling on her lip must mean she was nervous.

  “Just this jerk I work—used to work with,” she corrected herself.

  “What happened?” He shifted on the couch, hoping his expression portrayed his genuine interest.

  “Basically, he told me if I didn’t sleep with him he would spread rumors around the office that we humped like bunnies. I didn’t believe him. And the company didn’t believe me.” She rolled her eyes. “They said I was trying to screw my way to the top and they would not have me tarnishing their good name.”

  “Why would they believe him instead of you?”

  “He was my boss,” she confessed quietly. “A complete jerk who took credit for my ideas and my work. I didn’t really mind that part. But I hated the way he looked at me. Like he wanted to gobble me up or something.” Willow shook her head. “It made me feel like I had bugs crawling all over my flesh.” Willow shuddered.

  Turning his head, Seth felt guilty. He hadn’t realized he was making her uncomfortable with his desire. He knew he looked at her hungrily, could feel his every cell begging to touch her again.

  “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” He spoke without looking at her. He hadn’t meant to make her consider him a lecherous rogue.

  “I didn’t mean
…” Willow sighed. “I like the way you look at me,” she confessed. “More than I should, to be honest. With you I get more of a tingly feeling.” She waited until he looked at her again. Surprising him, she took his hand in her own. “The tingles start here.” She placed his hand on her stomach. “Then spread up here.” She brought his hand up to cup her breast, hissing from pleasure when his thumb brushed against her nipple, causing it to grow firm. “And down here.” She guided his hand lower on her body and beneath the hem of her borrowed shirt, down to where she was already dripping for him.

  As his fingers lightly brushed against her, she didn’t care if she was just his temporary girl toy. She wanted—no, she needed to feel his hands on her, feel him inside of her. Moving his hand much as he had done with hers, she separated one finger from the rest and lifted his hand to her mouth, sucking the digit into her mouth.

  “Just sitting here, trying to hold a simple conversation with you is hard. I can’t think of anything to say with my body screaming like it is, for you.” Guiding his moist finger from her mouth, she positioned it at the wet entrance to her pussy. “You’ve barely touched me and I already want you.” She moaned softly as he allowed her to slide his finger into her passage. “I’m already wet for you.”

  “I thought you wanted to take a break.” His voice was low, quiet. He sounded almost hypnotized by her voice, her movements.

  Willow smiled slowly as she pushed his hand away. Climbing off the incredibly comfortable couch, she lowered to her knees between his legs. Looking up into his eyes, she tried to gauge his reaction as she unfastened his jeans and lowered the zipper carefully. As soon as his already semi-erect cock came into view, she leaned down to it. Taking the velvety tip between her lips, she swirled her tongue around it. Teasing the small hole on top she then opened her mouth wider, sucking in his entire length. After a few strokes of her mouth, he was fully erect between her lips.

  But she didn’t stop. The night before she had been denied the pleasure of feeling him inside her mouth the way she’d wanted and wouldn’t deny herself the pleasure now. She continued to suck his cock, not attempting to hide the moans of pleasure coming from her throat. His hands wrapped in her hair and he pulled her, pouting, from her feast. Before she had a chance to complain, she let out a long moan as he settled her onto his lap, his hard cock sliding easily into her hungry pussy as he kissed her deeply.

  Rocking her hips, she lifted off him, until only the tip remained inside of her before lowering herself onto him again. The slow pace she set was driving her wild, but she wanted to take her time, wanted to enjoy every minute, every single inch of him as he moved within her.

  Seth shifted slightly, placing his hand between their bodies to circle her clit. Throwing her head back, she matched the pace of her thrusts with the hand stroking her. Deep inside, her orgasm built until she was grinding her hips against his cock and hand as hard as she could.

  As she came, she saw stars of every color bursting beneath her closed eyelids. He shifted his hand, releasing her to pull her harder still against him and, after a few short strokes, he growled out his pleasure, and she knew he had joined her in the heavens.

  Chapter Five

  “By the old gods, I like the way you talk.”

  “That wasn’t quite what I had in mind when I made the suggestion. But it felt really, really good.” Willow chuckled, her head resting on Seth’s shoulder. Beneath her, he was still almost completely dressed as she sat on his lap with his cock buried inside her. “I just hope you don’t want to get up anytime soon.”

  His chest rumbled from his deep laughter. When he finally got his amusement under control he pressed a kiss to her neck, clenching his jaw shut to keep himself from drinking from her yet again. It’s too soon for that, he reminded himself.

  “And don’t think I didn’t notice the marks, buddy. No one has ever given me a hickey on my leg before. That is definitely going to be hard to explain.”

  “And why would people be asking questions? Why would anyone see it?” The thought of anyone else seeing her naked body sprawled before them hit him, sparking his anger. His teeth threatened to lengthen and rip said person limb from limb.

  “Well, what if I decide I want to go swimming? I don’t wear a grandma bathing suit you know.”

  It was as if she flipped some kind of switch. With those simple words she’d eased his anger. “What kind do you wear?” He stroked her back, his fingers lingering on her bare ass.

  “You tell me,” she said with a smile. “What do you think I wear?”

  Closing his eyes, he concentrated only on her bathing suit. An image appeared to him, so vivid and erotic his cock stirred to life once again. “A bikini. Not quite a string bikini, but very alluring. One that is modest enough so you don’t feel naked and exposed, but small enough to drive any man crazy at the sight of you in it.”

  “I don’t know if I’ve heard it described that way before, but that’s close.” Her tone turned somber. “Really close. How did you know?”

  Smiling, he avoided the question since he refused to lie to her. Instead he distracted her by tilting his head and stroking the edge of her ear with his tongue before sucking her lobe into his mouth.

  “Wow, that feels really good.” Her voice was muffled as she pressed her nose to his neck. Opening her mouth, she gently nipped his flesh before placing a tender kiss on the same spot. His cock grew harder.

  Willow groaned, lifting herself off him. He wanted to pull her back, to thrust deep inside of her again, but allowed her to have her space.

  “I’m sorry, I know I’m giving you mixed signals. This is all just so new to me.” His pride was salved by the sadness in her voice as she sat beside him, resting her head on his shoulder again.

  “You mentioned a movie earlier, why don’t we go out and see one?” He made the suggestion, hoping a more public place would help him to control himself. That it would be able to help him manage this almost desperate need he seemed to have to touch her, be buried deep inside her…

  “Are you sure? I don’t want to keep you from anything…”

  “I’m sure.” He smiled. Would he ever get enough of the shy girl that appeared when the brazen lover was sated?

  “That would be nice. But…” She hesitated.

  “But,” he prompted.

  “I don’t really have anything to wear. I’m not even sure where the clothes I wore here are…” Her voice trailed off as her cheeks blossomed in embarrassment.

  He smiled at the memory of him throwing her clothes all over his bedroom in his hurry to feel her naked in his arms.

  “I guess I could just borrow one of your shirts… Maybe just pretend it was a shirt dress?” She made the suggestion quickly, as though she was trying to convince herself it would be acceptable. As Willow stood, her face turned a darker shade of red. “I’m sorry about your couch…”

  In one fluid motion he stood, fixing his own clothes. Joining her, he followed her gaze to the damp spot she’d left where some of their fluids had leaked from her body.

  “Don’t be. Lucky couch,” he growled, kissing her again. Pulling back while he was still able to, Seth took her hand and led her to his bedroom to get her a different shirt.

  In practically no time they were standing in line for popcorn. The jacket Seth had loaned her for their ride to the theater was slung casually over his forearm. As they waited their turn, Willow felt comforted having Seth stand beside her. His arm was wrapped protectively around her waist. The action, combined with the visible mark on her neck, made her certain that anyone who cared to look would know instantly she was with him. But even the knowledge that Seth would protect her didn’t stop the blushes she felt as guys stared appreciatively at her body. For Willow, it was a little unnerving to be out wearing only one of her lover’s shirts and her heels.

  Thankfully the second shirt he’d given her that night ended mid-thigh instead of barely below her pussy. Still, the knowledge that she wasn’t wearing any underwear und
erneath made her tingle with anticipation, with pleasure, knowing that she was doing something naughty.

  Not for the first time since she’d climbed off his lap, she cursed her body. She’d love nothing more than to continue the sex-a-thon they’d been having back at his apartment, but she had to face facts. And the simple fact was she’d had more sex with him in the last two nights than she’d had in the last six months. And the night wasn’t finished yet. Her body was pleasantly sore all over. And with every step she took she was aware of the mark he had put on her upper thigh, in the crease of her leg. She still didn’t understand why he put one there. But I won’t press him about it. Not that it would do any good, she thought grumpily.

  When it was their turn, Willow ordered popcorn with extra butter and a large soda. She really shouldn’t be hungry after all the pizza she had eaten, but for some reason she couldn’t seem to feel quite full. Maybe it was the unexpected sex on his couch that brought her appetite back.