“Clay.”

“I’m gonna be waiting in the kitchen,” I tell her after a second.

She smiles. “Okay, I shouldn’t be much longer, I just need to finish my makeup and get dressed.”

“Don’t rush.” I step back and shut the door, knowing if I don’t put some space between us, there is no way we’re going anywhere but back to my bed. Because now that I’ve had her, I can’t get enough. I’m addicted, not just to her pussy, but to everything that makes her who she is.

When I get to the kitchen, I grab my cell and look over the information Tammy sent me for my flight tomorrow morning. After I send her a message back letting her know I got it, I open an email from Tucker that contains the names of a few men and women along with some of their personal information.

“Ready,” Willow calls.

I lift my eyes from my cell and my gut clenches as she walks into the kitchen holding a small, shiny bag in her hand.

Her hair is down in a mass of messy waves, the top of her dress loose on top and falling off one shoulder before skimming her waist and thighs tightly then ending mid calf, with a pair of high as fuck heels on her feet. The outfit is different than the one she was wearing the first time I met her, but that same feeling of want that I had then washes through me, only now it’s tinged with possessiveness.

My jaw clenches and I toss my phone to the island, Tucker’s email forgotten.

“Come here,” I order when she starts putting stuff from her purse in a smaller bag.

“Just a second,” she mutters absently, focused on what she’s doing.

“Come here, Willow.”

Her eyes come to me and as soon as she meets my gaze, she licks her lips, stops what she’s doing and slowly walks toward me.

“Okay, I’m here,” she says quietly when we’re toe-to-toe.

I wrap my hand around the back of her neck then slide it up into her hair, tightening my grip. When she gasps, I cover her mouth and thrust my tongue between her lips, tasting her while my free hand smooth’s over her ass then down the back of her thigh.

Gripping the material of her dress in my fist, I drag it up until it’s around her waist. “Up,” I growl, helping her off her feet. Once her ass is on the island, I unbuckle my belt and free my cock then slide my hand between her legs and run my fingers along the front of her panties over the lips of her sex. Her hips lift on the counter, chasing my touch, making my cock throb. Fitting myself between her legs I slide the lace covering her to the side, finding her glistening and line myself up. I had her this morning, then again before we left her place, and I know I’ll have her again later tonight. Like I said I’m fucking addicted.