Willow grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged it over her head for the second time today. This time, I looked my fill, taking in the sweet curve of her breasts against the lavender lace and the freckle that sat between them.

“Beautiful,” I murmured just before I set my lips to that spot and worked my way up to her neck.

Her moan went straight through my bloodstream like a hit of adrenaline. I pinned her against the wall as she worked my shirt free, and then it joined hers on the ground.

“Beautiful,” she echoed as her fingertips traced the ink on my chest.

My pulse pounded, demanding I move, but I stood still, letting her explore, nearly coming out of my skin with each movement of her hands over my tattoos.

Finally, she brought her eyes to mine and smiled. My control snapped, and I buried a hand in her hair as I took her mouth again. The kiss turned primal, and my world narrowed to the feel of her lips against mine, her tongue and teeth driving me mad.

When her hips rolled, I hissed and rocked back against her until the layers between us were too much to stand.

Four steps and I had her laid out on my bed, her flawless skin the ultimate contrast to the dark bedding. My eyes locked with hers as I reached for the button on her jeans, and at her enthusiastic nod, I flicked the button free and peeled the fabric down her legs.

“Yours too,” she ordered, leaning up on her elbows.

I grinned, only too happy to oblige.

My pants hit the floor, and I nearly lost it when she licked her lips. I was going to eat her alive, to devour her so completely, so thoroughly, that she’d never look at me again without remembering exactly what I could do to her—do for her.

Her skin was satin fire as I slid over her, and when she raised her knees, I fell into the vee of her thighs with a groan.

Her hands were in my hair, at my back, touching and stroking everywhere she could reach as our mouths met in a kiss hotter than the last one, only to escalate when we’d break apart and come together again.

Her bra hit the floor, and I abandoned her mouth to kiss a path down her chest. She cried out my name when I took one peak in my mouth and rolled the other between my fingers.

I blocked out every demand my body made, every ache and urge, and concentrated on her, building her pleasure while I learned the curves of her body, the spots that made her wiggle in laughter and the ones that made her gasp and moan. When I reached the hollow of her hips, I hooked my thumbs into the lace bands of her underwear and raised my head to make sure she was with me.