Page 36 of Your Play to Call
This motherfucker.
“Believe me, I don’t have a problem being seen out in public with you, if that’s what you’re asking. I don’t know what went on with your last guy but that sounds like his own issue to work through.” I dip my face down to catch her eyes. “The press is whatever. I can handle a little press.” And I kiss her to put a period at the end of the sentence.
“What do you want to do?” she asks.
“Date you. If you’ll have me? Knowing I’ve never really done this. I’ll probably get a lot of it wrong. But this is your play to call.” I point at her.
“Hate to be this person but… exclusive? Just you and I?”
“Exclusive. No random sleepovers with anyone else besides you. Even ones where I’m in the guest bed.”
She giggles and looks at me, tilting her head.
“Dating. It sounds fun, and I’m due for some fun,” Willow says. Her eyes are golden, and the corners scrunch up when she grins.
I wrap her up in a hug. I smell her hair: coconut and vanilla. I unclench my jaw and feel the relief. Part of me thought she was going to shut me down and say this was a bad idea.
“What kind of snacks do we have?” she asks, trying to change the subject.
I reach my hands into the bag and start pulling out the goods. “First, we’ve got caprese salad. I don’t know what the fuck they put in this, and I’ve tried to recreate it, but it’s so good. Next, these savory croissants. And last, but certainly not least, banana pudding and tiramisu. In all honesty, I picked up the tiramisu last night, so I don’t know how well it held up in the fridge.”
Willow nods each time I set something on the island.
“Random? Yes. But perfect. My mouth is watering.” She fakes wiping drool from her mouth. And I can’t do anything but stare at those lips. The same ones I’ve been thinking about all week.
“What?” she asks, her voice going up at the end.
And like the impulsive bastard I am. I move in front of her as she stands in front of the island and reach for her waist.
“What are you doing—” she asks while I pick her up and set her on the edge. “Oooh. Okay.” She giggles. I consider that the green light.
I step even closer and put both of my hands on the sides of her face. She grins, her cheeks pressing into my palms. Before I can make the first real move, she wraps her legs around me, closing any remaining distance, and puts her mouth on mine.
That perfect fucking mouth. Which I can feel pulling up at the corners as she kisses me. My hands go from her face to her hair, weaving my fingers into it and lightly pulling. She moans in response—I pull a little harder.
Gone is the anxiety of the unknown. She kisses me back in a way that says she wants me too.
“I didn’t even ask. Are we alone?” I put my forehead to hers.
She lightly pushes my chest.
“It’s just you and me.” She wraps her arms around my shoulders and pulls me closer to her.
She nips at my lower lip, and I can’t get enough. My hands reach for the hem of her sweatshirt, not to pull it off, but to put my hands on her. I slowly rake my fingers up, feeling her bare skin, until I reach the soft fabric of her bra.
“Is this okay?” I stop and ask. Not trying to kill the mood but I don’t want to get ahead of myself.
Willow nods in agreement, her cheeks flushed, and her lips red. She grabs the bottom of her shirt and lifts it up and over her head. I’m stopped cold.
She’s wearing a charcoal gray bra with lace on the top of the cups.
“Fuck. Are you kidding me?”
“No, I’m not kidding you.” She leans back on the island, putting weight in her arms. She pretends to look around the room as I get a good look. My eyes take her in, like I want to memorize every inch of her skin.
I kiss the soft spot between her neck and her collarbone. She tilts her head to the side giving me more access. My dick is hard and there’s no way to hide it. I’m wearing joggers and I press into her. The whole island set-up is really working for me.
“Tripp,” she rasps and makes this little noise as I grind into her. My mouth finds the tops of her breasts. My hands go to her back, feeling her shoulder blades. I run my knuckles down her spine and she shivers at the light touch.