“Youshouldhave me. Youdohave me. I think,” Will says, pinching my bottom lip between his fingertips, “from now on, forevermore, you will probably always have me.”
I smack his hand away from my lips and kiss him again, pushing us back against the other wall. Will groans into my mouth, his hands dropping to massage my butt. I push our hips together—our hinge point—feeling the fullness of his erection against my core.
“Will,” I say. “I had sex with three guys in college. I don’t even remember if I liked it. Even with my ex-boyfriend, it didn’t feel like this. I don’t know…” My voice stutters as his eyes lock on mine. “I don’t know how to be good at this for you.”
His hands move from my ass to my hip bones, and he pushes me back against the other wall. One hand pressing below my throat, his other hand tracing up my thigh. “I willshowyou how to be good for me. And J?”
“Hmm?”
His mouth drops to my ear. “I’m glad you brought the other men you’ve been with into this room. We’re going to show them how little they ever did for you.”
“How little…”
He kisses me sharply. My brain fogs. “Your sex either wasn’t good, or it wasn’t good enough toremember?” His voice is incredulous.
“It was years ago,” I murmur.
His hands pull out the elastics at the ends of my braids.
“Sweetheart.” Gently, Will tugs my head up to the perfect angle so all I can see is him. Jumbled brown locks, bright blue-gray eyes, quarter-inch lashes, damp lips. “On my honor, you will die remembering this night.”
We kiss and touch each other until I’m so turned on, a low moan parks itself in the back of my throat. It doesn’t leave, doesn’t ebb. Will’s hands find mine. He tugs me the few steps into the bathroom and flicks on the low light. I find our bodies in the mirror.
Disheveled would be a nice way to put it.
Will steps up to my back and sits his chin on my shoulder, holding my eyes in the reflection. The same way he did in the television screen in Peru two nights ago.
“Do you want to take your clothes off?” he asks, voice hoarse.
I nod.
“Go ahead.”
Slowly, I unzip my jean shorts, peel them down my legs until they drop. Then my T-shirt. Will steps back as I yank it over my shoulders and toss it into a corner. Underneath I’m wearing a lacy periwinkle bra and a plain black thong.
“Can I help you?” he whispers.
I nod again.
His gaze concentrates as he works open the clasp at the back of my bra. It pops apart, and Will traces a single index finger underneath the straps, lifting them off my shoulders one at a time. The bra falls on top of my shorts at my feet. Will’s eyes lift back to the mirror. First to my eyes, and then down to my chest.
“You’re perfect.” His head drops to kiss my shoulder. Then his lips trail down my back, and he kneels. “Perfect for me.”
Will’s hands squeeze my ass softly, just before he hooks his fingers into my underwear and pulls them down past my hips.
“Do you remember when we were reunited, and I was already on my knees for you?”
“Will.” I can barely manage his name.
“Turn around.”
I do as he says. Will’s fingers trail up my calf as he kisses each of my knees. His lips mark a path up my thighs, then hover by my naked core. Not for long, though. Like,reallynot for long. I start gasping again, his telltale sign that he’s undone me, and his lips jump to my stomach as he laughs and mumbles, “I hope neither of us ever gets used to that.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, my insides still fluttering. My hands clutch at his shoulders.
“Take that back,” he mumbles into my skin.
“It’s embarrassing,” I manage. “That never happened with the others.”
