Page 45 of Wild Card
“Right.” Without hesitating, I drop a kiss on her forehead and let her go, meeting the dog at the back door.
When I look back, she’s unloading the bags with a smile.
Thank fuck we may be finally getting somewhere.
Sandpits,locker rooms… the thought of our last barrack almost does it until Willow’s arm slips, her hand grazing my hip.
My cock lurches, fully fucking hard—again.
I stare down at her, noting the way her petite form fits against mine. The scent of coconut and feel of her draped over me does nothing to help my situation.
Jesus, get it together.
I force my mind to earlier, recalling the sound of her laughter as she detailed Wyatt’s vivid reenactment of the birthday party. The way she spoke about her family with affection and humor. I also learned my little Willow is quite the overachiever. Not many people can say they knew what they wanted to be early in life. Apparently, Willow set her sights on Physical Therapy in elementary school and never wavered off the path.
Her reservations about us seemed to float away, and conversation flowed easily.
She stirs again, blowing out a little huff, her body curving closer.
I tug the band out of her hair and gently stroke through the tangles.
After a minute, she stills for a split second before bolting up. I catch her before she tumbles to the floor. Her eyes dart around, locking with mine in confusion.
“Talon?”
“Yeah, babe.”
“What happened?”
“You fell asleep.”
“I fell asleep?”
“More like zonked out cold. One minute you were explaining tendonitis, the next you were snoring.”
“I snored?!?” she shrieks in horror.
“Lightly.”
“I can’t believe I fell asleep.”
“In your defense, tendonitis is dull.”
This gets me a small grin as she sits up and moves out of my hold. “Sorry about that.”
“Not a hardship, Willow. I found the game.”
She glances over at the television. “How can you hear it?”
“Don’t need sound to understand what’s happening in hockey.”
“Did I… the last thing I remember is your phone ringing. How did I… sleep on you?”
“I took the call, came back, and you were out at an awkward angle. I made you comfortable.”
“Sleeping on you made me comfortable?”
“You tell me. How was your nap?”
