Desire Love and Passion
Author:Lesia Reid

chapter 9

The house had never felt as lonely as it did tonight. They had only arrived from Ireland the previous evening and Willow had spent all of Friday finishing the task that had taken her to Ireland.

She sank into her tub and thought about the lasts few days. It was fun. They were like giddy teenagers. Willow helped him ditch his bodyguards on the last day of her photo-shoot. They took her car and drove to the Irish country side. They spent Tuesday night and Wednesday nights in different hotels. Tuesday night their love making had been feverish, but on Wednesday they spent most of the night talking.

The more she learned about him, the more she wanted to know about him. Now she wondered how he was doing on his date. He begged her to reconsider, even though they would not be together for the night. She refused.

The jarring sound that roused her from sleep was her doorbell. She laid still wondering if it had been part of a dream, but there was another long buzz. Willow got up and pulled her robe over her baby doll nightgown. She grabbed an old cricket bat she previously found in the house and made her way downstairs.

The clock in the living room told her it was just after one in the morning. She proceeded cautiously.

She swore, remembering her door had no peephole. That was something she intended to fix but hadn’t gotten around to yet. The doorbell went off again, followed by several loud bangs on the door. She heard her name as she approached. It was James.

"What are you doing?" she asked as she opened the door.

He was looking disheveled with his bowtie undone and his hair a mess.

"I came to get you," he said.


He looked at the cricket bat in her hand.

"Do you even know how to use that?" he asked.

"Would you like to put me to the test?" she returned.

"Let's go," he said.


"You're coming home with me."

"Are you out of your mind?"

"I miss having you beside me. My bed feels empty and lonely without you.”

"I have to get dressed," she replied.

"You’re just fine."

He placed his hands on her waist and pressed his body against her. He caught her mouth in a deep hard kiss, his tongue thrusting against hers wildly. His hands went from her waist down to the end of the short silky robe. They then cupped the curves of her buttocks and he raised her a little, letting her feel his throbbing erection. She moaned into his mouth as her hands went up behind his neck and into his hair. She whimpered and drew her lips away.

"I have to lock up," she said.

It only took her a few minutes to lock up, including grabbing a change of clothes from her closet. He was impatient, telling her she needed nothing.

His impatience caused him to lift her off the ground as soon as the door to his house was open. He took her upstairs in quick strides.

He deposited her on the bed and quickly peeled out of his clothes. She gladly welcomed him into her arms. She whimpered as he kissed her deeply, pressing his erection into her. She put her arms on his shoulders, always cognizant of the sensitivity to his back. He rose up a moment and pulled the strap of her robe. He smiled, liking the bright purple laced baby doll. The only closure for the garment was a ribbon tie just below her breasts. The briefs she wore were skimpier than any other he had seen her in so far.

"You are so damn sexy," he said.

He reached up and undid the ribbon. The garment fell away from her, leaving her breasts exposed. He cupped each one in his hands and she arched her back, welcoming his touch.

He leaned down and took one nipple in his mouth. He traced it with his tongue and she whimpered, arching her back even further. He licked and sucked both nipples until she cried out his name. He slid down her body, kissing his way down her smooth belly, his hands leading the way.

He was surprised to find her wet through her sexy, lacy briefs. Willow could see a small portion of his back just below his shoulders. There were some markings similar to the ones on his side. She did not focus on them, she looked away, liking the way he was stroking her, raising her hips to meet his every movement. She wanted him to pull her briefs away. She wanted him to touch her, skin to skin.

"Take it off," she whimpered.

"So impatient," he said looking up at her.

"Take it off, please."

"Have you missed me?" he asked.


"Then tell me you want me."

"I want you."

As if encouraged by her admission he gently, with her help, removed her briefs. He slid one long finger into the depth of her warmth. He felt her muscles tighten and she raised her hips to match his strokes. He gently moved this thumb over her clit and was reward with an audible groan. James was trying his best to control himself. He wanted her, but he wanted her to want him more.

He bent his head and kissed her just where his thumb had been. He felt her hands in his head, encouraging.

She tasted better than he had imagined. It had been forever since he had done this with anyone. He had never so completely wanted to devour anyone. He had to take slow measurements as his tongue slipped between slick wet and hot folds and her thighs clamped over his head.

He could hear her moaning and breathing heavily and he liked it. He felt the tremble in her legs. She moaned his name as she came against his mouth. She was ready for him now. He kissed up her belly, up to the valley between her breasts, stretching the length of his body against hers.

He turned over so he was on his back and she was on top.

“If you want me,” he said, “then take me.”

She smiled at the delicious thought of him putting her in charge again. She slid back, straddling him in an upright position. She held his hard throbbing penis in one hand. He held her hips. Slowly, they guided each other until he was all the way. He felt all her muscles tighten around him. One hand held her hips and the other caressed her where they met. She arched her back and rotated her hips over him. Slowly they began the age old dance. With each movement of his fingers she moved faster, came down harder against him, squeezing tighter. Faster and faster, until both his hands were on her hips and all he wanted was that quick dance, up, down, and ground.

James felt the heat spread through his abdomen. He felt every muscle in his body begging him for release. Willow was shuddering around him. Her bouncing breasts had him mesmerized as she rode him like a wild stallion. Then, she arched her back, moaned his name and he couldn’t hold on any longer.

When it was done, she laid on top of him with his throbbing member still inside of her. They were both breathing like they’d just ran a marathon but they were both smiling, too. He could feel the quickness of her heart-beat against his chest.

“So, this is what you dragged me out of bed at one in the morning for,” she said in a husky voice.

“You weren’t complaining a few seconds ago,” he said between breaths.


They laid in silence for a little while. He was stroking her back and she was listening to his heartbeat.

“How was your dinner?” she asked.

“All I could think about was you.”

“That must have sucked for your date.”

“About my date,” he said.

“You don’t have to tell me anything.”

“I want to. I want to tell you everything before you get someone else’s perspective. My date was Stacey.”

“Your ex?”


“Wow, I thought she lived in the US.”

“She did, but now she’s moved back to England and is newly divorced.”


“Don’t sound like that,” he said. “She’s just an old friend. There is nothing sexual there.”

“Okay, so you took your old friend to dinner. Good for you.”

“I also gave her a house.”

“A house?”

“Well, her mother’s house. When it came on the market a few years ago, I purchased it. I promised Mrs. Wagman that if I still had it in my possession and Stacey ever needed it, I would give it to her.”


“There you go again.”

She shrugged.

“She’s divorced and has custody of her three kids. Apparently she and her husband were causalities of some Ponzi scheme and their marriage didn’t hold up under the strain. I’m not using the property so I sold it to her for one pound.”

“That was very generous,” Willow said.

“Are you mad?”

“We’re not in the type of relationship that would make me mad that you didn’t discuss this beforehand.”

“Oh,” he said.

“Come on, don’t do that.”

“Okay, so if you gave your ex, what’s his name David, a house your expectation is that I wouldn’t be concerned?”

“That would never happen,” she said. “Me, giving David a glass of water, much less a house.”

“So you think it was wrong, what I did?”

“James, you obviously have some unresolved issues with your ex. I don’t. David and I hashed it out and that was the end. You call her on her birthday, you exchange Christmas cards and you obviously care enough to make some promise to her mother. You have unresolved issues.”

“Will, I want that type of relationship where you get mad because I didn’t tell you ahead of time.”

“Do you have any clue how many guys would kill to have the type of relationship you have with me?”

“Do you know how many women would kill to have the type of relationship I am asking for with you? I know you care about me and I know that somewhere in the back of your mind, you want what I’m asking for.”

“You think so, yes?”

“I know that. I know you’re a very smart woman and we both know that no contraceptive is foolproof. So every time we do this, there is a chance that you can get pregnant, but you don’t seem to care.”

“Are we having a fight because I don’t care that you are gifting your ex?” Willow asked.

He didn’t answer right away. He told her about his gift to Stacey because he didn’t want to have a fight. He should be happy Cassandra was wrong about Willow’s probable reaction. Yet, somewhere deep inside, he wanted that fight.

She moved to get up and he held her still.

“Just tell me how you really feel,” he said.

“About what?” she asked.


“There you have it,” she said. “The chemistry is starting to fizzle.”

He let her go. She got up off the bed and went to the bathroom. He heard the shower.

Willow welcomed the hot water over her body. She was mad at him indeed, but not about Stacey. He was making her feel ashamed of being with him. She’d already been shamed by David and had fought tooth and nail to overcome that. She liked the new woman she had become; strong, independent, and sexy.

Her mind kept going back to the day of the accident. When she had looked up into that worried, handsome, and familiar face and all she could think about was being in his arms. She dismissed her reaction. It was adrenalin, endorphins, whatever biological term that existed for such a situation. The fact was, almost instantly she’s felt a raging sexual desire for a man she had once described as hawkish in his political and business life.

A torrent of torrid sexual scenes had raced through her mind. She was resistant when he voiced his interest in her only because his private life was summed up by a string of indiscreet encounters. Most of those encounters ended up on the front page of the tabloids. But, there was still that nagging familiarity about him that seemed to pull her in and she liked it. She liked that she could get him excited at the drop of a hat. She liked that he responded to the new Willow with such feverish desire.

She finished up her shower and towel dried herself before going back to the bedroom naked. He was in bed but had dressed in tee shirt and boxers. She reached for the bag she had hurried packed.

James watched her get dressed in new underwear. He got off the bed only when she removed short and a button down shirt. He walked over to her.

“I thought you were staying the night,” he said.

“I think I’ll be more comfortable in my own bed.”

“Don’t go, please.”

“Why can’t you just want me for who I am now, today?”

“Because I’m selfish,” he said. “Whenever I think about you with someone else, now or in the future I go into this blind rage. I want to know what I can do to prevent that from ever happening.”

“You can stop trying to figure us out,” she said. “I should tell you about my parents.”


“They got married two weeks after they met,” she said. “Two weeks from ‘hello’ to ‘I do’. They didn’t try to figure everything out. They felt they were destined to be together and they took a chance. We are not them, we are not other people. You have your demons and I have mine. We don’t talk about them, we don’t open up about the real parts of our lives to each other because either it’s too painful or we are afraid our views will change about each other. Do you know how difficult it is never to run my hands on your back in the heat of the moment? What we have is this wonderful chemistry between us that resembles normal. Don’t try to spoil it to make it something it’s not.”

“You’re right.”

“So no more trying to see if I’m jealous about the ex,” Willow said. “I trust you when you say you are only friends. And yes, I don’t really care if I get pregnant with your child. We’ll deal with that if it happens.”

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” he said. “Please stay.”

He hugged her. She hugged him back, wrapping her arms around his neck.