We’re out of the bed in a flash, my legs wrapped around his waist while he marches us into the bathroom and cranks the shower.
“What are you doing now?” I say, gazing down between us.
He’s still hard and inside me, making me question if he’s human or a machine.
“Fucking you in the shower”—he nods his head at the white tiles, and steam begins filling the room—“while you’re suspended against that wall.”
For the next ten minutes, Will makes good on his promise, coaxing another orgasm from my body.
I fall into his chest as the water cascades over us, crashing against his broad shoulders.
“Why are you accepting less than what you deserve, Drew?” Will kisses me in earnest, water droplets falling from the ends of his thick lashes. “That really bothers me—to think of you being wasted on guys who didn’t appreciate what I have in my hands.”
I roll my lips together and stare up at him. “I guess I could ask you the same question.”
His brows pull together in confusion.
“Why are you moving from one woman to the next when you clearly have the heart to make someone really happy?” I release one hand from around Will’s neck and stroke my thumb across his prominent cheekbone. “You’re a little bit romantic when you want to be.”
Silence falls between us, the crashing of water all we can hear.
“I mean it,” I whisper, a rush of emotion overtaking my voice. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt as special as I did last night and then again this morning.”
He presses our foreheads together, and water runs down the bridge of his nose and over mine. “I already told you that there has never been another girl who has made me want her so badly. I’ve never chased anyone in my life the way I’ve gone after you.”
My heart skips—I’m sure it does.
“Will …”
He closes his eyes. “Don’t say it, Drew. Don’t spoil the moment and point out the obvious.”
I fall quiet for a few seconds and then reach across and turn off the shower.
“We could never date—you know that, don’t you?”
He looks almost annoyed with me, and it’s then I realize that was what he didn’t want me to verbalize.
My heart skips again.
“I’m not asking you to date me …” He clears his throat, which sounds thick. “But I don’t want this to be our last time together, not by a long shot.”
“I already figured that out,” I softly reply.
With no warm water, my slick skin should be turning cold. Will’s body keeps me warm though, and just like he said, I don’t want this embrace to be our last.
“How about this?” Will says after maybe a minute of nothing but our joint breathing. “We make a deal to hook up when we can—because we both clearly want each other. We can work things out from there.”
I push my head back into the wall so he can see my eyes when I say this. “I’m not into messing around with someone if they’re sleeping with other people at the same time. It’s not really something I like.”
Will throws his head back and laughs toward the ceiling, and I feel my cheeks heat from embarrassment.
“Baby … you really do talk some shit at times.”
I try to wiggle out of his grasp, but he holds me there.
“Don’t mock me, Will. I?—”
Full, damp lips crash down onto mine, cutting off my angry ramble.
