Doormat Willa groaned and slapped her hand over her eyes.
Before she could lose her courage and change her mind, Willa tipped her head back and nailed him with her silver-green eyes. ‘Got condoms?’
‘Yes. Why?’ Rob replied carefully as his hands tightened on her hips. ‘You offering to let me use a couple?’
‘Yeah … you interested?’
Rob sucked in a breath. ‘Yeah—to the max. I’ve been thinking about it …’
‘Since when?’
‘I’ve been having X-rated fantasies about your fabulous legs encircling my hips since I first clocked them.’ He stepped back and looked at her legs. When he lifted his eyes again they’d turned sombre and serious. ‘You sure about this, Willa? Why do I have the feeling that this isn’t the way you normally operate?’
It isn’t—we don’t know what we’re doing here! Doormat Willa wrung her hands, whimpering.
Well, she wasn’t in charge tonight. Wild Willa was going to have some fun. ‘I’m very sure.’
Relief flashed across Rob’s face. ‘Where would you feel more comfortable? My place or yours?’
Oh, her place—absolutely. And if she was silently raising her middle finger to her ex by sleeping with someone else in a bed that he’d paid for, then nobody had to know but her.
Oh, dear God, she was sleeping with someone else … someone other than her forty-something husband who didn’t exactly encourage creativity in bed. Mr Missionary Position, she’d privately called him. Wham, bam … skip the thank-you, ma’am.
Rob’s thumb brushing her cheekbone pulled her back to reality. ‘Hey, where did you go?’
Willa grabbed his wrist. It was only fair to give him a heads-up so that he didn’t feel cheated when he realised that she was more below par than porn star. ‘Look, you should know that I don’t do this … often.’ Try never. ‘And I’m not …’
‘Not what?’
‘Experienced.’
Rob looked at her for a long time without saying anything. Before he spoke, he brushed her lips with a kiss and Willa quivered. ‘Feel that?’ he murmured against her mouth. ‘Feel the electricity between us?’
‘Mmm-hmm.’
‘I’m old enough and experienced enough to know that doesn’t happen often, and when it does you don’t need anything else but to give yourself over to it. But, since you were honest enough to tell me that you aren’t a pro at this, let me remind you of the rules.’
There are rules? God! Seriously? Her lower lip pushed out. Wild Willa didn’t like rules.
‘Okay,’ Willa agreed, although she’d really much prefer Rob just to kiss her again.
‘This is a one-night thing, so no thinking about hearts and flowers.’
Willa felt the power of his honest statement.
‘I’m attracted to you, and the little I’ve seen of you, I like. I don’t sleep with women I don’t like, but tonight is it … there will be nothing more than a couple of laughs and some good sex.’
‘Good sex is the minimum I require,’ Willa said, making herself sound innocent.
Rob’s lips twitched. ‘Why do I suspect that when you widen those eyes and sound naïve you are at your most sarcastic?’
Because he wasn’t a fool, Willa realised, but she didn’t confirm or deny his statement.
‘And if you change your mind at any point—any point at all!—you say so and I back off. I can’t guarantee that I’ll be happy about it, but I’ll back off. You don’t like anything I do, you say so and I don’t do it again.’
Willa blinked. ‘My God, you are direct.’
‘No point in being anything else,’ Rob retorted. ‘I’m uncomfortably honest, or so I’ve frequently been told. It’s the only way I know how to be. Can you handle that?’
After the last eight years, honesty was a brilliant change of pace. ‘Since you’re only going to be around for the rest of the night, I think I can cope.’
Rob grinned at her jibe. ‘There’s that gentle sarcasm again … I love it. So, let’s go—so that I can get you naked sooner rather than later.’
Willa felt his hand wrap around hers—solid, masculine and sure—and she allowed him to tug her off the dance floor and towards the exit of the club.
We’re gonna get laid, Wild Willa shouted, thoroughly thrilled. Whooo-hooo!
Willa didn’t bother to switch on any lights as she entered the double-volume hallway of her Vaucluse waterfront property—she just kicked the door closed behind Rob and immediately reached for him.
They’d found a taxi as they’d left the club and a heated silence had filled the interior of the vehicle. Yet she hadn’t needed words to know that he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. His warm hand had started off on her bare knee and slowly worked its way up her thigh, so that when the taxi had pulled up in front of the massive mansion her dress had been skimming her crotch line and his fingers had been not too far from her happy place.
Now she was damp and hot and horny, and if she didn’t get him touching her soon she was going to cry like a little girl.
Rob, finding her plastered against his chest, didn’t need any encouragement and immediately yanked her dress up and palmed her butt with his masterful hand. He shoved his other hand into her heavy mass of hair, clasped her head and angled her face to receive his no-holds-barred kiss. Tongues danced as he devoured her mouth, learning her, tasting her, pushing her for more.
Emboldened by his passion and his groans of appreciation, Willa pulled his shirt up so that she could touch his hot body. So hard, she thought. Muscular, but not over the top … just pure masculine strength. Her fingers traced the rows of his six-pack and the long muscles that covered his hips, brushed over the hard erection that tented his jeans.
Ooh, she liked that, so she traced his long length with the tip of her finger. Yeah, she liked that. A lot.
‘Yeah, that’s it,’ Rob muttered against her mouth, pulling her dress up and over her hips, revealing her tiny black thong to his hungry gaze.
His hands gripped and released her hips as he looked down at her, past her flat stomach to her long legs. She was still in her heels.
‘Perfect,’ he breathed. ‘Is the rest of you as pretty, Willa?’
‘Maybe,’ Willa replied, undoing his belt buckle.
Rob slid his hand between her legs and cupped her, his thumb immediately finding and brushing her clitoris through her thong, causing her to yelp into her mouth.
‘So good … so good,’ Willa moaned against his lips. ‘More … more.’
Rob’s hand stilled and his breath was hot and laboured. ‘If we don’t stop now I’m going to yank these off and take you right here, right now. Against the front door or on this Persian carpet under our feet.’
Willa tipped her head back to look up into his fabulous passion-soaked steel-coloured eyes. ‘Yeah …. either. Both. Just do it now.’
Rob smiled and reached for the foil strip of condoms he’d shoved into the back pocket of his jeans. He ripped a packet off with his teeth and allowed the rest to drop to the floor. He placed it in her hand with a wicked grin.
‘Put it on me while I get rid of your panties.’
Willa popped open the first button of his jeans, then the second, and when they were loose around his hips she