“I want you,” he whispered.
My voice barely audible, I asked, “How do you want me?”
His lips brushed against the shell of my ear. His voice dropped low. “I want to fuck you, right now.”
A soft gasp escaped me before I could stop it.
His hands were on me in an instant, gripping my thighs as he lifted me, pressing me tight against the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist, my skirt riding up as his fingers trailed along my bare skin.
He was everywhere, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss, his hands sliding higher, pushing my panties aside, and his fingers slipping in so easily, so easy.
“So fucking wet for me,” he murmured, teasing me, stroking me, his breath ragged as he worked me open.
I moaned into his mouth, gripping his shoulders. I rolled my hips against his hand. Tension coiled inside me, unbearable, intoxicating.
“I need you,” I whispered, my voice breaking.
He groaned, his lips trailing down my throat as he unzipped. “Tell me you want this.”
“I do,” I breathed, digging my nails into his shoulders. “I need you inside me.”
With one swift motion, he pushed inside me, stretching me, filling me completely. His hand covered my mouth as I fought back a scream. The intensity of it all overwhelmed me, and we both came hard and fast, clinging to each other as we caught our breath.
For a moment, we stayed together. His forehead rested against mine. The heat between us slowly gave way to something quieter, something deeper.
His hands skimmed down my thighs as he slid me back to the floor, but he didn't step away completely. His fingers lingered at my waist. His lips brushed against my temple like he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.
I smoothed my skirt back into place. My hands were slightly unsteady. He watched me for a moment, then touched my nose tenderly.
“I’m going to take that woman home now,” he said softly, brushing a kiss against my cheek.
I swallowed, with my heart still pounding as I met his gaze.
“Please call me and let me know if I can meet you,” he said.
I nodded, watching as he walked away, leaving me breathless and hollow.
When I returned to the table, after a stop in the bathroom to freshen up, Meredith raised an eyebrow. “You were gone for a while,” Meredith’s voice was low and loaded. “Will’s date looks like someone who just got bumped from first class to 32B.”
Camille burst out laughing. “Quelle tragédie,” she said grinning. I felt a flicker of guilt about Will’s date. She was just an innocent woman caught in the crossfire.
I didn’t let on what had happened. I just threw myself into the girl’s night energy.
All the same, we paid the bill not long after, the vibe at the table shifting as quickly as the check landed. It was time for a change of scenery; we decided on a nightcap at the Marine Room in Laguna. So off we went, giggling our whole way there. While we were in the Uber, my phone buzzed with an incoming text.
Will: Where are you? I’m coming to meet you.
I didn’t fight it. I gave him our location. He was there within fifteen minutes.
We were laughing at the bar, Meredith and Camille arguing over who had the worst hangover story when Will walked in. My breath caught the moment I saw him.
He didn’t make a big entrance, just strolled in casually, scanning the room until his eyes landed on me.
“Look who decided to join us,” Meredith said as Will approached.
He greeted Camille with a polite nod and then turned to Meredith, who gave him a long, appraising look.
“You must be Will,” she said. Her voice was teasing but sharp.
