Aya’s laugh was wet and aching. “And you’ll be there, too?”
“Wherever you are, Aya love, is where I will be. In this life, and whatever lies beyond it.”
Will did not need his affinity to sense the love pouring out of her. He could see it clearly in her water-lined gaze, could feel it in the way she rocked up onto her toes and crashed her lips against his. His arms wrapped around her waist, steadying her as they staggered back a step. He let himself get lost in her kiss, her mouth fierce against his.
Fierce, and passionate, andalive.
His stomach tightened as she nipped his bottom lip, and it was hells,hells, pulling away from her, but he had to be sure.
“Aya,” he breathed. Her eyes had darkened, her pupils eclipsing the blue of her irises. He forced himself to breathe, tofocus. “Are you sure?”
She kissed the words from his mouth, and Will couldn’t stop the groan of longing she pulled from somewhere deep in his chest as she did.
“I want this,” Aya murmured against his lips. “I want you.” She paused, her breath brushing across his mouth as her eyes flicked up to his, something vulnerable written in her gaze. “Do you?”
Will’s fingers slid through the wet strands of her hair and tugged. “You are all I have ever wanted,” he confessed, a rough edge to his voice that he didn’t bother to clear.
Aya smiled as she slipped her hands beneath his shirt, his muscles twitching beneath her featherlight touch. “Then have me,” she whispered.
There was something playful dancing in her voice, a teasing dare curling around the command in a way that was so typically Aya, Will’s knees nearly went weak to hear it return.
He needed no further confirmation.
He kissed her again, this time without restraint or hesitation, his tongue slipping into her mouth. He relished the breathy sound it pulled from her, his blood roaring with desire as her hands continued to trace the shape of him beneath his shirt.
He pulled back just long enough to rid her of her own top, and then his lips were back on her, kissing and nipping and tasting the skin of her neck down to her collarbone. He cupped one of her breasts, his thumb tracing her peaked nipple, while his other slid down to the ties of her pants.
Gods, he was desperate to touch her, to feel her, to taste her. He wanted her so badly he could hardly think straight, his hands moving across her skin frantically, as if they couldn’t decide where to settle.
Aya’s were equally as fervorous. He could feel her touch everywhere—his hair, his abs, the waistband of his trousers.
She tugged them open effortlessly, her hand sliding beneath them to cup him. Will groaned, his hips bucking into her hand. He could taste her grin.
“This is going to be over very quickly if we don’t slow down,” he ground out. But Aya merely wrapped her fingers around him and dragged her hand up, drawing another desperate sound from him.
“I don’t care,” Aya breathed, her eyes bright as she glanced down to where her hand was stroking him. “Want to feel you.”
Right—that’s whathehad been trying to accomplish. But his hand had stilled, his mind having gone blissfully blank the moment he felt her palm against his cock.
He slipped his hand beneath her pants, his fingers skillfully searching. Aya gasped as he began to circle that sensitive spot between her thighs, her muscles tensing as she tipped her head back in pleasure.
He kissed the skin beneath her ear before resting his lips against her. “And how do I feel, Aya love?” he murmured as he increased the pressure on her clit. He wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her, his fingers sliding back until he could slip one inside her. Aya moaned, her hands scrambling for purchase against his shoulders as he worked that finger in and out.
“More,” she panted.
“Like this?” Will teased, slipping in another finger. His thumb toyed with that bundle of nerves, and Aya whimpered, her head falling forward against his chest.
“Will,” she pleaded.
He steered them back toward the bedroll, his fingers continuing to stroke her with every step she took. He could feel her trembling, her nails digging into his biceps as she let him maneuver her.
A broken whimper fell from her lips as his fingers left her, and Will shushed her gently.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured as he laid her down on the bedroll. He tugged off her pants, his hands caressing every inch of skin revealed to him. His lips followed, his heart hammering as Aya writhed and pleaded beneath him.
He pulled away to tug off his own trousers, tossing them aside and sitting back on his heels. For a moment, he could do nothing but stare at her.
Beautifulwas too small a word to describe the vision of her laid out like this, hair tangled, eyes bright, cheeks flushed red with want.
