His brow furrowed. “The shower?”
“Exactly.”
That crooked grin. The one that looked unpracticed, like he was still learning how to turn up the corners of his mouth. “I mean, I don’t have anything for this. It’s been… a while.”
Oh.Oh.
She arched up again, trying to catch his mouth as a stream of consciousness escaped her lips. “It’s okay… we don’t need… that… I’m fine… on the pill… we’re good…”
His expression turned sardonic, though his smile didn’t dim.
“What?” she asked.
“I think I just witnessed an incoherent Elizabeth Bennet.”
“Shut up, Will.”
He chuckled.
She rolled her eyes and tilted her head up, trying to close the gap between them. “Just… come here… down…”
“If I had known sex made you tongue-tied, I would have tried this ages ago.”
“It’s not the sex. It’s you.”
Will stilled.
It hadn’t sounded like such a raw confession in her head, but as soon as the words left her lips, the air around them suddenly felt heavy.
A roll of thunder echoed through the house, fading into a second that was even louder than the first. Then Will leaned back to sit on his heels.
A chill shot down her spine, but it wasn’t because of the wind whistling outside. It was his expression. He was staring at her, all humor gone as he studied every inch of her skin laid out before him, like he was memorizing every freckle. Finally, one hand came up to her stomach, then slowly drifted between her breasts, stopping at her sternum. Her breath caught in her throat. God, his hand was so big, spanning almost the entirety of her rib cage, the calloused fingertips holding her still while he conducted his audit. His lips were half-parted and his eyes so intense that she felt like she could ignite. Then his gaze came back up to meet hers.
There was no condescending look on his face, no arrogance or reproof. It was just Will. His face felt like a mirror of her own, like they were having some sort of unspoken confessional right there on the floor, a recognition of just how vulnerable they both were.
“It’s almost too much, isn’t it?” he murmured. “Needing someone like this. So distracted you can barely function…”
“Yes,” Lizzy whispered back.
Then the corner of his mouth ticked up, that hint of a smile that was so familiar now, and he leaned down. His mouth met hers as his hands found the knots of her bikini top, then the bottoms, tearing them free. Then he pushed down his sweatpants.
She was becoming desperate, too, grabbing his arms, his hair. She needed him closer, she needed to feel everything…
But then he grasped her wrists, lifting them up and anchoring them together above her head with one hand.
“Always distracting me,” he murmured against her lips.
She wanted to laugh, but it was swallowed in a gasp as he leaned forward, his body looming over hers, and she felt him hard between her legs.
“Lizzy…” Her name sounded like a plea, like he was asking permission beneath his growl.
So she answered, her voice breathless and demanding. “Yes.”
He didn’t hesitate, just pushed into her, a thrust that filled her up so fully that she gasped.
“God, you feel so good,” he whispered into the shell of her ear as he pulled out. Then he pushed back in so achingly slowly, she thought she might die. “Tell me you feel it, too. Tell me…” His voice caught and then faded with a deep, molten moan as he slid in and out again.
She wanted to say a million different things, a million new truths, but managed only one: “Will.”
