Waiting for Willa (Big Sky, #3)(53)

“You like that,” he says.

“Of course, I like that.” I take a deep breath, and he does it again, making me bite my lip. But then he moves back down my leg before moving over to the next one. The calf receives plenty of attention, then the thigh, before his fingers wreak havoc on my core once again, making me moan in pleasure.

“Max.”

“Time to turn over.”

But rather than lie on my back, I sit on the side of the table and pull him between my legs, my fingers running beneath the band of his shorts and skimming over the head of his hard dick.

“I’ve had a lot of pampering today,” I say, enjoying the way he’s breathing hard, his eyes hot with lust. “And it was awesome. But now, I want to pamper you.”

“Taking care of you is all I need.”

I lean in and press a kiss to his collarbone. “You’re sweet.” I kiss his chest. “And I appreciate you.” I kiss his nipple over his shirt, then slip my hands under the hemline and over his smooth, warm skin. “But it’s my turn.”

I slowly peel his clothes off him, my fingers skimming over his flesh.

“Now what?” he asks.

“Let’s switch positions. You lie on the table.”

He cocks a brow but doesn’t argue as I hop off and gesture for him to lie down, on his back. I splash some massage oil in my hands and take my time rubbing his thighs, up his sides, and across his shoulders before trailing my fingertips down to the rigid cock lying heavily on his belly.

As soon as I cup him in my hands, he hisses in a breath through his teeth, making me feel powerful. I play with him for a moment, jerking him softly, then firmly. Slow, then fast.

Finally, I lean over and lick him from the root to the tip, and he jackknifes off the table.

“Jesus, Wills.”

“You like that?” I don’t expect an answer as I take him into my mouth and suck gently, then push down until the tip tickles the back of my throat before firming my lips and pulling back up.

“You keep that up, and I’ll come in your mouth.”

“I’m doing it right, then.”

I repeat the motion, over and over again while still massaging the shaft and his balls, until he grips onto my hair and loses himself completely.

I swallow, then kiss his hip and his lower abdomen as he catches his breath.

“Whoa,” he says at last, making me laugh.

“I’ve been saying that all day.”





Chapter Sixteen


Max


“I DON’T KNOW THAT I’m ready to go home,” Willa says with a wistful sigh, leaning her forehead against the window of the plane as we take off from the airport.

“We can go back anytime you want,” I remind her and reach over to take her hand in mine. The past week was what we both needed: time to reconnect without interruptions. To just be together. She ended up borrowing a laptop so she could peruse her favorite suppliers for her store, which didn’t bother me in the least because I also spent time working.

But we also had plenty of time to talk, about everything from the weather to our deepest dreams and wishes. To make love and cuddle while we watched the whales breaching in the ocean.

To be us.

But we both miss Alex, and it’s time to get back to real life in Montana.

“If you don’t want to go to San Diego,” I continue, “we can go anywhere else you like, and take Alex with us. The plane is always available.”

“Thank you,” she says, then squirms in her seat. “You do know that I’m not using you for the money, right?”

I narrow my eyes at her. “This is a thing for you. You’ve mentioned it several times.”

“I just know that women must throw themselves at you and take advantage of what you can buy them. I’m not like that.”

I clear my throat. “Let’s take care of this subject right here and now so we don’t have to revisit it again. I hate that the money makes you uncomfortable, Wills. You once loved me when I didn’t have two nickels to rub together.”

“The money doesn’t matter to me,” she clarifies. “That’s what I’m trying to say. I’d be with you whether you have it or not.”

“I appreciate that,” I reply and squeeze her hand. “But I do have it. A lot of it, like I told you before.”

“I know.”

“And I can give you your heart’s desire, any day of the week. I don’t say that to sound arrogant or like an ass. It just is. I don’t think you’re here because of that. Hell, it took us years to get here, Wills. So, no, I don’t think it’s because of the money.”

“I’m glad.” She nods once, then boosts herself into my lap, straddling me. “It’s all about your body.”

“Really?” My eyebrows climb into my hairline as my hands find the nice, round globes of her tight ass. “Well, that’s convenient. I guess the dad bod is definitely out. I’d better keep working out.”

“I don’t want to sound shallow or anything,” she says while unbuttoning my jeans, “but, yeah. Work out.”

She yanks the jeans open and traces a finger down the sides of my hips.

“It’s this. This is what makes me wetter than I can say.”