Finally getting his hunger under control, he rolled off her, not missing her low whimper when he moved. Pulling slightly away, he removed the well-used condom and dropped it into a trashcan he kept beside his bed. When that chore was completed, he pulled her close, fitting her body tight against his. Propping his head on one arm, he draped the other across her waist and stroked her stomach.
This woman was a true delight. Never would he have dared hope for such a wildcat in bed. Even now, knowing his body would need a little time to recuperate before he could once again bury himself within her, he felt his lust for her stirring.
She turned and looked back at him, a look of wonder on her face.
“What’s going through your mind, sweetheart?” And he really did want to know. That was another thing that surprised him—how much he did not want to simply pry into her mind.
“I was just wondering if I should get dressed,” Willow answered honestly.
Her answer confused him. Usually he was the one who was ready for the woman to leave. Never before had a woman wished to jump straight out of his bed like that. “Why?”
“So you can take me home.”
Looking down at her, he resisted the urge to sigh. He even managed to control the more difficult to resist temptation of probing her mind and seeing what was going on inside of her. He wasn’t ready for her to leave yet, but the decision to stay had to be hers. If she wished for him to take her home that night he would oblige her. Free will was a big deal with his people.
“Do you want me to take you home now?” He kept his tone gentle, as though he weren’t screaming inside for her to stay. Every part of him protested that he had not had nearly enough of her yet.
She lay there a moment, clearly thinking about his question and what answer she should give. After what felt like an eternity to him, she shook her head. “I’d like to stay here if you don’t mind.”
“Then it’s settled.” Leaning down, he claimed her mouth in a gentle kiss. “Get some rest, sweetheart. This is going to be a night filled with pleasure.”
“You, sir, are going to spoil me.” Willow stretched in front of him, reminding him of a feline, well satisfied with life.
An odd sensation settled in his stomach when Willow shifted, laying her head on his arm after he lowered it. Within moments, her regular breathing told him she was fast asleep.
He smiled as she snuggled closer to him, even in her sleep. The simple action let him know better than words could that she hadn’t had enough of him yet either.
A few hours later Seth woke her by stroking her body. He could tell by the amazed look on her face she wasn’t used to such an energetic lover.
Without meaning to, he heard her thoughts. He is definitely different from my previous lovers. She was purring in her thoughts.
He hadn’t intentionally eavesdropped on her thoughts, but that didn’t stop the wave of pride that washed over him at the praise and awe of her thoughts.
Wasting no time, he determined to live up to her admiration, and soon had her moaning and pleading for him to fill her again.
As he continued to caress her body, Seth felt satisfaction in the knowledge that he stirred her lust so completely. Thrusting into her, he felt like a young man once again, as though he couldn’t get enough of her. Briefly he wondered if their coupling would be equally passionate many years into the future.
Before he could question where the unexpected thought came from, he felt Willow clenching around him, pushing his controls to the limit until he was ready to explode inside of her.
Rolling onto his side he gathered Willow into his arms, thankful he had decided to go to the bar that night.
Chapter Three
Willow stretched her body, lazily enjoying the wonderfully stiff and sore feeling. She prayed the previous night had been real and not just some wet dream.
A hand slid up her leg as she stretched, renewing her confidence that what she’d felt had indeed been real.
Cracking one eye open, she saw the hottie from the bar. Smiling, she opened both eyes fully. The room was somewhat dark from the curtains, but she could see him clearly, thanks to a nearby lamp he must have cut on.
“Good morning,” she said, her voice sounding like a purr even to her own ears.
Seth looked enticing in his snug black jeans and white shirt. His hair was still damp, and combed back from his face, letting her know he had showered while she slept.
“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
Nodding, Willow felt blood rush to her face as she remembered the things she had done the previous night. She began to chew on her lip.
“Ah, sweetheart, you do abuse that lip.” He leaned down and slid his thumb over her bottom lip before kissing her, sucking her lip into his mouth and soothing it by gliding his tongue across it.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned as she rose to meet him, kissing him back hungrily. His hand was wandering higher, up her thigh and hip to her waist. His fingers blazed a trail of molten desire everywhere they touched her bare flesh. They continued their trek to where the sheet was pulled high on her body, covering her br**sts. She would have thought after the many orgasms she experienced the previous night, sex would be the last thing on her mind. She would have been wrong.
Pulling the sheet away from her, he let it fall to her waist. She watched his face while he stared at her. He appeared as though he couldn’t get enough of her, as if he were starving for another taste of her.
Smiling seductively, Seth spoke, his voice husky, “You look good enough to eat this morning.”
Willow felt her face grow warm with the memory of his mouth between her legs. “I should probably get up,” she murmured, but made no effort to shift any farther than to a sitting position.
“That’s up to you. You may stay in my bed for as long as you like.” Seth smiled at how easily she blushed. This blushing beauty acted different from the brazen lover of the night before, but was just as tempting. True, he had tasted the alcohol on her breath during their first kiss, but he had known she was not drunk. She’d been aware she was coming back to his place when they left the bar or he would never have taken advantage of her.
“Seth? Seth, are you in here?”
Willow moved with a speed that surprised him as she covered herself, blocking her beautiful body from his gaze when footsteps approached his bedroom.
He only barely suppressed a groan. Leave it to Jason to pick just the wrong time to stop by.
“Seth? Oh, there you are.” Jason paused, then sounded embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.” Seth heard his friend quickly back out of the room and close the door.
“I should probably let you go,” Willow said, sitting a little straighter in the bed.
Unable to stop himself, Seth tuned in to her thoughts.
Not only should I let him go get to whatever business I interrupted last night, but Seth is probably only being polite, telling me I can stay as long as I want.
“I do not say things I do not mean, sweetheart,” he told Willow, automatically trying to reassure her. He was still unwilling to have her leave just yet. “Please believe if I wanted you to leave, you would not still be in my bed.”
Her surprise at his knowledge of her thoughts showed in her expression. As did her next question. She wanted to know how he knew what she was thinking.
“Your thoughts were written all over your face. And believe me, I would be more than happy to tell Jason that he will have to come back later so I can rejoin you in bed.” Leaning his head closer to her, Seth traced the curve of her neck with his tongue before his mouth met her flesh, kissing the spot his tongue had lingered on.
He couldn’t resist any longer. The small taste he’d had the night before only seemed to whet his appetite for her.
Carefully, so she couldn’t see him, Seth allowed his teeth to lengthen and graze gently against her flesh. When he bit her, she moaned deep in her throat. She twisted her fingers in his hair and held his head close while he suckled her neck. As he began to drink deeply, her head fell back, giving him more access to her. She didn’t seem to care if she walked away with a mark, or how dark it would be. Seth kneaded her breast, the feel of her silky skin against his palm increasing his enjoyment in the delicious taste of her blood.
Taking a quick look inside her mind, Seth remained only long enough to assure himself that her thoughts were filled with nothing but pleasure. His fingers found her nipple and grasped it between them. A deep moan left her, tempting him to tell Jason to f**k off so he could enjoy her sweet body once again.
Swirling his tongue against her skin as he gave one last suck, Seth closed the wound and cleaned away any lingering traces of blood. He held his head against her shoulder for a moment, feeling as though he’d just gotten drunk off of her.
“You are more temptation than one man should have,” he confessed huskily. He lowered his mouth to press a light kiss on the rosy nipple he’d teased as he drank from her.
“Why don’t you go take care of whatever business I’ve been keeping you from? As soon as I can make my legs work again, I’ll get up and take a shower.”
“I won’t be away for long,” he promised. Taking one final, lingering look at her body, he pulled the sheet back up around her, covering her from his gaze. Lifting her hand to his lips, he sucked a finger into his mouth, then placed a lasting kiss on the back of her knuckles. “We’ll finish this soon.”
Outside of his room, Seth hid in the darkness, watching her through a small crack he’d left when he didn’t shut the door fully. Another surge of pride and satisfaction filled him when Willow buried her head in his pillow and took a deep breath, seconds before she fell asleep.
“Jason, to what do I owe this pleasure?” he asked sarcastically as he emerged from the hallway.
“I told you last night I would be by today to finish discussing business with you. I’m not surprised you forgot. You seemed a bit…distracted.” Jason sat on the couch and began to open his folders.
“Then let’s hurry up and get it over with. I have a very pleasant lady to get back to.”
“Of course.” Jason pulled out the first paper. “A gentleman has made an offer for The Grunge. It’s very generous…more than the place will earn you in ten years.”
“I do not wish to sell it.”
“May I ask why?”
“No. I simply will not sell it and that is final.” Much like his beloved antiques, the small bar held a special place in Seth’s heart. Because of its emotional, rather than monetary, value. It had taken him a long time, but over the decades he’d cultivated that place into a safe haven. The patrons there knew they could truly be themselves. And without that bar, several of the small local bands would never have a live audience to practice in front of. He wouldn’t see it be turned into another parking garage or suave coffee shop.
“Are you sure you won’t reconsider selling the bar?” Jason tried one final time.
Holding back his irritation, Seth knew his friend was only trying to do his job to the best of his ability, but nothing would change his mind. “I’ll never change my mind about selling that particular bar. Tell him if he would like to negotiate for any other business I’d be happy to consider his offer. But not that one,” Seth stated firmly, leaving no doubt in the other man’s mind his decision was final.