33. Wild Hunger.
Reid.
As soon as we enter the cabin, I carefully press Willa against the door and kiss her hard.
I’ve resisted this almost from the very beginning: touching her freely, kissing her whenever I wanted, letting my passion for her speak for me. I deprived myself of Willa so much that now, finally being able to do it, it almost feels unreal.
My Blue laughs as she steps back to catch her breath, but I chase her mouth, needing more.
More.
I just want more.
"I’m hungry," Willa leans back again, looking at me mischievously.
I lick my lips and slowly take her in from head to toe, from the cleavage of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the perfect sway of her hips, down to her legs exposed in her short beach dress.
"I'm hungry too," my voice comes out hoarse, "so hungry."
