“Touch me,” I say, cementing my fate.
Chapter Thirteen
Gianna
Will lifts me into his arms and I wrap my legs around his waist on instinct. Our bodies are flush together. My heart is pounding so hard, I think I might faint. Never in my life have I felt this connected to another person. Will is not someone I can be with but he’s someone I want to get lost in.
I’m making this choice for myself, even if it breaks my heart in the long run.
He lowers me onto the bed, hovering over me. His eyes bore into mine with an intensity I’ve become familiar with.
I can’t help but gasp.
“So, that’s what you sound like,” he murmurs, running his fingers down my cheek.
“What do you mean?”
“I wanted to know what sounds you make when you’re turned on. The sounds you would make when I showed you pleasure. I want to hear more.”
“I’m shy,” I whisper.
“You don’t have to be with me. I like it when you use your voice.” He kisses me deeply again, making me let out another gasp. I can feel his smile against my lips.
My hands clutch Will’s strong arms. He’s pure muscle. I guess being a hitman means he needs to be in shape. I push the thought of him being a hitman from my mind. Will doesn’t like to kill innocent people, I remind myself. There is some good in him. I don’t have to feel guilty about this.
Not when it feels so good.
He sits up, gazing down at me. My own eyes flit over his bare chest. His tan skin and his hard muscle. It makes a flood of arousal shoot through my body straight down to the spot between my legs.
“Have you ever touched yourself?” he asks. “I know you’re innocent.”
“No,” I admit.
“Why?”
“I was always too ashamed to try. If my aunt found out…”
His eyes soften and it makes my heart ache. “I understand. I’ll show you what it’s like. How good it can feel.” He grips the end of my pajama bottoms and pulls them down my leg, sensually, taking his time. His fingers brush against my skin like a soft breeze. But I need more. I want more.
His hands encompass my waist. “You’re so small. I don’t want you to ever throw up again.”
“I don’t want to either. I haven’t in days since I was taken.”
“You won’t ever throw up with me. I don’t want to be responsible for making you do that.”
“Ok. I promise.” It feels amazing to promise something like this. To feel a weight lifted off my chest. I don’t have to hurt myself anymore. I can have actual freedom in my life.
Will leans down and kisses my exposed stomach. My shirt has ridden up around my breasts. I don’t have a bra on. Never have I been this on display for anyone before. It’s exhilarating and exciting and addicting. I get why people love doing this.
His fingers wrap around the edge of my panties and pull them down. Self-consciously, I clamp my legs together the second he removes my underwear.
“Don’t,” he says in a gruff tone. “I need to see your pussy.”
Another flare of arousal hits me. The way Will is looking down at me – like I’m an actual goddess – is making me lightheaded.
I relax my legs and let him part them, exposing myself to him. I’ve always kept my hair down there trimmed and in place. The bikini waxes I got helped. Francesca would always make me go get them as she said it was good for a woman to have nice hygiene but whenever I would ask about a Brazilian wax, she would scoff and say that only whores got those. Her answers and rules were always so confusing.
I can’t help but blush the longer Will looks at me between my legs. “Is… something wrong?”
