Secret Confessions: Sydney Housewives--Willow

by Christina Phillips

  “Your fans are very lucky you dedicate all your books to them.” She cast him a mocking smile, and since he had no answer to that he once again leaned his forearms on the rail and stared down the hill towards the river.

  When his second book was released just over two years ago the media had pounced on his cryptic dedication. Since he’d never clarified what he meant, they had started the myth that he dedicated his books to his legions of fans. They didn’t appear to attach any importance to the fact his first book, with a similar dedication, had been written before anyone had heard of him.

  “Well, I have to dash.” Willow patted his arm as though he was a puppy, although the way her fingers lingered before finally breaking contact only reinforced the sultry undercurrents that seethed between them and which she was so determined to ignore.

  “Sure. Have fun.” He watched her stroll back to the French doors that led to her bedroom, her dress moulding the outline of her waist and arse with provocative intent.

  He gripped the rail before pushing himself upright. It was time to set his strategy in motion.

  ***

  Willow stretched on the massive circular daybed on the lawn and stole a sideways glance at Seb. He was sprawled on the nearby sun bed and in the evening shadows looked dark, dangerous and highly fuckable.

  Instead of instantly squashing the thought she savoured it, along with another sip of her cognac. Whether it was his presence, the brandy or both she didn’t know, but she was feeling happily mellow about life in general and tonight in particular.

  Would he take it the wrong way if she invited him to snuggle up on the daybed? Could she be trusted to keep her hands to herself if he accepted her invitation?

  Since that was debatable she consoled herself with another sip of amber heaven.

  Seb stirred; all long limbs and lithe body. “Have the Duvals knocked off for the night yet?”

  “Mm.” They had their own flat above the detached garage block. “Why?”

  He sat on the edge of the daybed and loomed over her. His black hair brushed his collar and the heat from his body enveloped her. She tipped the final drop of brandy down her throat in an effort to distract her libido from his overwhelming aura of raw sexuality. And failed with spectacular honours.

  “There’s something I want to try tonight. I need your help and I don’t want any interruptions.”

  “Sounds like fun.” Filthy images filled her mind. Thank God it was too dark for Seb to see how hot her face was. Whatever he had in mind she was sure it didn’t involve sweaty sex. They might enjoy casual flirting, but they’d reached the unspoken agreement three years ago that friends with benefits wasn’t for them.

  And what a relief that was. She’d rather die a thousand deaths than confess how she really felt about him. Because it was all far too complicated.

  “I’ll be back in a minute. Don’t move.” He stood up and she waved her glass at him.

  “Bring me another one when you come out, will you?”

  He took her glass and his teeth flashed in a surprisingly predatory smile. “Not likely, Willow. You won’t be any good to me tonight if you’re pissed.”

  She scowled in mock outrage at his retreating back. “It takes more than a couple of cognacs to get me pissed, Wallis.” She didn’t often use his surname only, which was weird when she thought about it. All his mates from before he became rich and famous still called him Wallis. Even her mother had referred to him by that name.

  Willow sometimes wondered why he’d introduced himself to her as Seb, when it obviously wasn’t the name he went by at the age of twenty. It wasn’t even the name he went by now, most of the time.

  She wriggled back into the plump cushions and crossed her ankles. The brandy caused a warm glow to slide through her blood and pool between her thighs. She sighed and shifted, but if anything that just made things worse.

  She stretched her arms over her head and linked her fingers together before she was tempted to do anything else with them. She’d save that for later, when she was alone in her own bed and she could fantasise about Seb without fear of him catching her.

  The hum of cicadas drifted on the warm breeze and Willow closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of lemon from the nearby eucalypts. She didn’t know how long she lay there before a warning prickle of awareness skated over her bare arms. She looked up and Seb stood at the foot of the daybed, watching her.

  Her fingers froze in the process of stroking her erect nipple through her dress. How long had he been watching her? When had her hands moved? How long had she been playing with herself? She waited for a wave of mortification to crash through her, but instead scorching lust quivered through her wet pussy.

  Shit. She was in trouble. “You perv,” she accused but her voice sounded smoky, as though she was inviting him to join in. Double shit. Brandy had never affected her good sense like this before.

  He crawled onto the daybed, his thighs cradling her hips, and planted his fists either side of her shoulders. He was going to kiss her. She wanted him to kiss her. Her lips parted and breath stalled. It was a bad idea, the worst in the world, but she didn’t care.

  His dark eyes hypnotised her. His subtle cologne intoxicated her. Her tummy fluttered and nipples ached and then he spoke.

  “I need you upstairs.”

  They didn’t need to go upstairs. No one would see them out here in the dark. And then she remembered. He wanted her help with something.

  “Sure.” She shoved at his shoulder before he could guess how tempted she was to spear her fingers through his hair and wrap her legs around his waist. What the hell was the matter with her tonight? She had to pull herself together before they went inside. Otherwise Seb would have to be dead not to notice how horribly turned on she was.

  She smothered a groan and then gasped as Seb gripped her hand and pulled her off the daybed and onto the lawn.

  And into his arms. But before she could enjoy the illicit encounter he stepped back, still holding her hand, and she caught the wicked grin he aimed her way.

  She ignored it. “What do you need help with tonight?” She sauntered up to the house, Seb by her side, so he couldn’t guess the dirty thoughts currently inhabiting her sexually deprived mind. She was throwing out that cognac first thing in the morning. And maybe she’d invest in a vibrator. According to Sienna, although they were nothing like the real thing, they were definitely better than no orgasm at all.

  “Getting in the zone.”

  She waited for a few moments, but after he locked up behind them and appeared no closer to elaborating, she prodded his chest.

  “What zone?”

  He tugged her towards the stairs and then followed her, his hands on her shoulders. It was a light touch and completely non-sexual. Except the warmth from his palms branded her flesh and caused myriad whirlpools between her thighs.

  First thing in the morning she was calling Sienna for a shopping trip.

  “For my book launch.”

  She tripped on a step and his hands instantly tightened around her. His book launch? What did he want to do, read passages to her?

  Then she remembered some of the chapter headings when she’d flicked through his book earlier that day. It looked like half of them were dedicated to embracing Tantra and the connection and intimacy of tantric sex.

  Tantra she could deal with. Tantric sex, on the other hand, was something she’d never quite got around to with any of the guys she’d dated.

  Seb was a different matter. She wasn’t dating Seb. Her hormones didn’t care.

  It had been a bad move to let him stay the night. And she had another two nights after this one. She wasn’t sure her self-control was up for the task.

  “What do you want to do, act out some of the scenes?” She tossed him what she hoped was a mocking smile and he didn’t answer until they were outside his bedroom door.

  “Not exactly,” he said, and before she could respond to that he pushed the door open.

  The room
was illuminated by dozens of candles. Rose petals were scattered across the carpet and an elusive scent of jasmine perfumed the air. Willow stared, seeing but not quite believing. Seb’s room looked like a decadent den of seduction.

  “After you.” His sinfully sexy whisper heightened the sense of unreality thudding through her mind. She licked her dry lips and tried to come up with a witty response but her voice had vanished in shock.

  When she remained rooted to the spot, he slid his fingers through hers and tugged her into the room before kicking the door shut behind them.

  “It’s all about relaxation and letting go of your everyday stresses,” Seb said, while his thumb caressed the back of her hand.

  She let out a huff of laughter. “Nice try. It looks to me more like a prelude to sex.” Of course it was. The only question was would she go through with it or not?

  “No, the sex is optional.” His wicked grin scrambled her senses. Optional? Was he serious? “I’m offering you the ultimate stress reliever tonight and that’s not optional.”

  The graphic vision of Seb’s hands on her body filled her mind. No sex? Every guy she’d ever dated couldn’t wait to get to the sex part. Then again, she wasn’t dating Seb. How many times did she have to remind herself of that?

  “Sounds tempting.” Her voice was breathless. She resisted the urge to wrap her arms around his neck and to hell with the no sex part. She was so damn horny even the thought of him touching her caused liquid heat to trickle from her pussy.

  He tugged her ponytail free and slowly speared his fingers through her hair. Erotic swirls of pleasure radiated from wherever his fingertips touched, sinking into her blood and stealing her ability to think.

  She swayed towards him. But he didn’t take the hint and drag her into his arms. He appeared determined to drive her out of her mind, by simply massaging her head.

  “How does that feel?” His voice was smoky and weaved into her senses, more potent than the cognac she could still taste on her tongue.

  “Good.” She wanted to sound sultry but the word was a desperate croak. She gripped her dress before she was tempted to grip his shirt. “You have magic fingers.”

  “You’ve not seen anything yet.”

  Was he going to use those magic fingers on every part of her? Her clit throbbed at the notion and she shuddered with hope. He smoothed her furrowed brow and she sighed, relaxing beneath his ministrations.

  Damn man was seducing her chakras one by one.

  He caressed her cheekbones, sweeping upwards and then around the curve of her ears and down the column of her throat. She swallowed and her eyes fluttered shut. She’d never much liked guys touching her face. But with Seb she couldn’t get enough of it.

  “Look at me.” His whispered command brooked no denial. “I want to see you watch me, Willow.”

  His words were surprisingly arousing. Almost as arousing as the intense look on his face as he gazed at her.

  Without breaking eye contact, he slowly undid the tiny pearl buttons on the front of her dress and then slid the narrow straps over her shoulders. Her dress slithered to the floor and pooled at her feet and Seb’s hot gaze raked over her mint lacy bra and matching skimpy French knickers.

  He’d seen her wearing bikinis plenty of times at the beach and pool, but she’d never felt so deliciously exposed before. With nothing to grip onto, she pressed her sweaty palms against her thighs. “Are you going to make me stand up all night?”

  His fingertips glided up from her wrists to her shoulders, igniting nerve endings she never even knew existed before. “I was going to wait until your knees gave way.”

  She laughed, a breathless sound, and even that had the power to ratchet up the tension sizzling through her blood. “Trust me, they’re close.”

  Before she realised his intention he swept her up into his arms. She gasped and wound her arms around his neck. God, he smelled good enough to eat. She licked her lips and leaned in close, but before she had the chance to taste he lowered her onto the bed.

  In the flickering light from the candles he looked strangely primitive looming over her. And why was he still fully dressed? That wasn’t fair.

  “Roll over.”

  She blinked. “Seriously?”

  He flexed his fingers. She stared at them, mesmerised. “Totally.”

  She rolled over and wriggled into the antique bedspread, trying to ease the throb between her thighs. The bed dipped as Seb knelt by her side before swinging one leg over, trapping her hips between his knees.

  The hard ridge of his erection pressed against her butt. She whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut. Was he doing it on purpose? Of course he was. He had to be. Maybe he wanted her to beg.

  With practiced ease he unhooked her bra. She tensed, waiting for his touch. Finally, just when she couldn’t stand the suspense any longer, his fingers pressed into her rigid muscles.

  She sighed and sank deeper onto the bed. The evocative aroma of jasmine and rose essential oils drifted around her in a sensual cloud, enhancing the subtle scent of the candles. The oil warmed her skin, magnifying every sensuous touch of Seb’s fingers. She was floating in a cocoon of sensation, on a precipice of boneless rapture.

  He glided down her body, causing untold pleasurable havoc as he sculpted the curve of her waist and hips. He shifted down the bed until he straddled her calves, and palmed her arse.

  She groaned; a sound of tortured bliss.

  “That good?” Seb hooked his fingers into the be-ribboned band of her knickers and slowly tugged them over her butt. He was looking at her naked butt. A shiver skimmed the length of her spine and an incessant throb tormented her swollen clit.

  Good? It hardly covered the way she was feeling.

  “You’re killing me.” Her words were muffled against the pillow and she squirmed helplessly as with deliberate restraint he pulled her knickers down her legs and over her feet.

  “I’ve not finished yet.”

  “Oh fuck.” She buried her face in the pillow as he rubbed the cheeks of her arse, spreading her wide open for his dark gaze. No guy had ever done this to her before. Every time she squirmed he used the pressure of his palms to push her down on the bed, an unbearable friction because it just wasn’t quite enough.

  With one hand across her arse keeping her in place, he stroked the back of her thighs and calves. She wriggled and clutched the bedspread but he was relentless. Breathless whimpers escaped, and she could do nothing about it. All he was doing was massaging her legs and her whole damn body was on fire.

  He leaned over her back, his hands at her waist. “Over you go.” His voice was raw with need and she struggled to roll over before he changed his mind. He tossed her bra across the room, kneed her thighs apart and dipped his head.

  What the fuck? Was he going down on her? She threaded her fingers through his hair but he didn’t look up at her. Didn’t say a word. He just cradled her hips and pushed the tip of his tongue against her sensitised clit.

  Sanity fled. Her hips bucked and she gripped his hair. His tongue pressed harder, an unbearable pressure of heat and wet. Her eyes closed and back arched and beyond the thunder of her heart the first ripples of orgasm claimed her quivering pussy.

  Her body convulsed. Erratic shivers raced over her damp skin. Seb’s tongue and lips worshipped her clit, wringing every last possible shudder from her spent body.

  After forever, her nerveless fingers finally released his hair and flopped onto the bed. He slowly lifted his head. There was a look of feral possessiveness on his face.

  It caused another exhausted spasm to claim her core.

  He leaned over her and planted his fists either side of her shoulders. His warm breath, with the faintest trace of her musky scent, brushed her face. She trailed a shaky finger along the line of his jaw, but before she could fully enjoy the feel of his rough stubble against her fingertip, he braced his weight on one hand and roughly pinned her arm over her head.

  “Don’t touch.” It was a sexy growl
that sent raw desire spiralling through her. She couldn’t wait to see him naked.

  “Hurry up.” With her free hand she tugged uselessly at his belt. He bared his teeth at her, a savage smile.

  “Wait.” He unhooked her fingers from his belt as her befuddled brain tried to make sense of his comment. Why did he want to wait?

  Something soft and velvety slid over her erect nipple. She tore her gaze from Seb’s dark eyes and looked down at herself. He was trailing a rose petal across her breast.

  “Seb.” There was a touch of reverential awe in her whisper. For reply he twirled the petal around her nipple and the elusive caress was like nothing she’d experienced before.

  He teased her, tracing the petal across her body and over her curves. He didn’t touch her with his hands or fingers, but his breath branded her as he slowly moved between her legs.

  Oh my God. He wasn’t. But he did. The rose petal drifted over her wet crease and then he swirled it around her swollen clit. As she watched, mesmerised, he breathed in deep and then levelled his smoky gaze her way.

  “Your scent makes me so hard, Willow. I want to eat your pussy until you come inside my mouth.”

  No one had ever talked dirty to her before. His husky words—promise—spun through her shocked senses and when he circled her clit with his thumb she fell off the edge.

  Mindless, rhythmic pleasure enslaved her, spiralling through her pussy. The intensity stole her breath and fried her brain. Shudders racked her and she couldn’t control it. She could only ride the wave of primal ecstasy, a willing slave, until it finally ebbed.

  Panting, she dragged open her eyes. She had no idea how long she’d basked in the crimson aftermath, but Seb was still kneeling between her legs and had obviously enjoyed watching her come.

  God, how many more firsts was he going to wring from her tonight? She’d never experienced a double orgasm like that. And nobody had ever sat back and watched her before either.

  The fact Seb had done both caused her chest to tighten. She liked the thought of him watching her. A lot.

  “Willow.” There was an edge to his voice she’d never heard before. “Is your offer of sex still open?”