“I didn’t ask for anything,” Willow said. “I didn’t even know you were there. You don’t just walk up to strangers and kiss them.” “You don’t have to ask.” He eased closer, voice becoming husky. “And we’re not strangers.” Willow put up a hand, palm out, to halt his advance. “We are.” He frowned at her hand before placing his atop it and gently guiding it down. “I’ve been closer to you than anyone, Willow. I’ve tasted your sweetness on my tongue. I’ve filled you, felt you come undone around my cock, and listened to you scream my name in pleasure.”
