I’m sprawled across his chest, still catching my breath, my fingers lazily tracing the ridges of his abs. Will’s hand strokes up and down my spine, slow and soothing, but there’s tension building again, coiling between us like static in the air.
His voice rumbles beneath my cheek. “You feel that?”
I lift my head, already grinning. “Feel what?”
His hips shift just enough to let me know exactly what he means. He’s already hard again, thick and hot against my thigh.
“God, Will,” I murmur, biting my lip. “Didn’t get enough the first two times?”
“Sugar,” he growls, flipping us in one smooth motion so I’m beneath him again, “I could spend all day buried inside you and still not have enough.”
Before I can fire off some smart remark, his mouth is on mine. There’s no patience left. Just hunger.
He kisses down my body like he’s mapping it, lips dragging over the curve of my stomach, tongue dipping into my navel. When he reaches the inside of my thigh, he pauses, glancing up with a wicked smirk.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You already know.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
I thread my fingers into his hair and tug, just enough to make him groan. “I want your mouth. I want your fingers. I want you to wreck me.”
He doesn’t need more convincing.
His mouth finds me fast, hot and wet and relentless. He knows exactly how to make me fall apart and he doesn’t let up until I’m writhing beneath him, panting his name like a prayer.
Then he’s kissing his way back up, his body covering mine, the head of his cock sliding against my entrance.
“Ready for me?”
“Always.”
He thrusts in hard, and my cry fills the room.
This round is rougher. Filthier. Our bodies slap together in a rhythm that’s fast and frenzied, the bed creaking beneath us as he takes me, one leg over his shoulder, hands gripping my hips, his eyes locked on mine.
“Look at me,” he commands. “Don’t look away.”
I don’t. Can’t.
And when we come it’s loud and messy and absolutely perfect.
He collapses on top of me, both of us slick with sweat and breathless with pleasure. His laughter is low and lazy in my ear.
“I’m gonna keep you in bed all damn day.”
“Promises, promises…”
EPILOGUE 1
Will
Phern’s asleep, one hand resting protectively over the gentle curve of her belly. Fuck. There’s nothing in the world like seeing her like this. Knowing she’s carrying my child. Again.
I lean in, unable to help myself, and press a slow kiss to her lips.
“Hi, sugar.”
