“Fistfights. They’re nasty. Let me see.”
He crouched in front of her, gently probed at the reddened skin. Emmy winced when he hit a particularly tender spot, then felt her heart melt into a gooey puddle when he kissed the hurt.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I wanted to make sure you didn’t break anything. It looks like all you’ll need is some antiseptic and an ice pack. Can you move okay? Wiggle your fingers? Bend your wrist?”
Emmy slowly took her hand from his and rotated it, bent it forward and back. She watched him watching her, wondered why it was so sexy the way he focused on the movements. Apparently satisfied, he nodded, then took her right hand and helped her to her feet.
When Emmy looked up at him, Will simply forgot to breathe. Her brown eyes glistened with lingering tears,her expression soft and open. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Then she wrapped her arms around his waist in a sweet, simple hug.
“Thank you for taking care of my hand,” she said quietly.
“You’re welcome.”
He tried not to analyze the fact that one hug from her had left him almost astonishingly aroused.Bad timing, he told himself firmly.Do not think about fucking her.
Crap, now he was thinking about fucking her.
He redoubled his efforts to think about something—anything—other than sex. Then she pressed a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. Oh, man, he was already hard and there was no way she didn’t feel it.
“Is that a penis in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” she murmured.
Might as well own up to it since she didn’t sound particularly appalled. “I guess my body thought that tending to your bruised knuckles counted as a grand romantic gesture.”
“You know what?” she said after a brief pause. “It absolutely did.” Her hand slid, feather-light, down his spine, then up again. “What do you think? Will it aggravate my injury further if we…” She dipped her fingers under the waistband of his pants and ran her nails over his skin. Slowly. Slowly. Back and forth. “… make love?”
Will didn’t have it in him to laugh or continue the banter. Her skin was so soft. Her hands so busy. He was pretty sure she was trying to kill him. She pulled back a little to look at him as her fingers slid to the button of his jeans. “I’m going to take your silence as consent.” In two quick motions, she undid the button and slid the zipper down. Her eyes stayedon his. “I need you, Will. Plain and simple. I’m glad you’re on the same page.”
Will let her push his shirt up, helped her lift it off him. She trailed kisses over his bare chest while her hands explored him. He could barely breathe, her touch was so sweet. Her fingers trailed fire over his skin. Then they snuck down again, slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers. With an oath, he scooped his hands through all that thick hair, grabbed hold, and took her mouth in a hard, hot kiss. He forgot to be gentle. Forgot to slowly caress and seduce. He was starving for her. Her hands left him—a brief disappointment—until he saw that she was moving to take off her own shirt. He parted from her long enough to help her with it, his movements frenzied and a little clumsy. She was in his blood, in his lungs, in his head, in his heart.
Her head fell back as Will trailed his mouth trailed from her lips to her neck. Her shirt hit the floor, followed quickly by her bra, and then his thumbs found her nipples. They circled and teased while he nibbled on the sensitive skin at the base of her neck. Heat gathered inside of him at the sound of her soft moans. When her eyes, glazed with passion, found his again, he lifted her into his arms to take her down the hall into his room. He dropped down with her onto the soft mattress and, gripping her hands in his, took her mouth again. The kiss stoked the flames inside him higher. He’d wanted to try to linger, to make this time with her last, but when she began to wriggle and writhe beneath him, he couldn’t wait any longer. Groaning, he released her hands so they could both work on removing the rest of their clothing. Within seconds, they were both fully naked. In the glow of the hall light spilling into the room, they looked ateach other. Her eyes slowly made their way down his body. Then she gulped. Audibly.
“Oh. Okay. I guess I should have expected that,” she said, her voice trembling with a touch of nerves.
Will leaned over her, nipped her ear, and whispered, “Don’t worry. My kielbasa won’t hurt you.”
He watched the nerves disappear as she laughed. Then she was running her hands over his shoulders, his chest, his hips. His hands were equally busy as they raced to explore each other. Somehow, she ended up sprawled on top of him. She slid her hands over his chest, then down. His eyes shut involuntarily when she took him in her hand, squeezed a little.
“I’m going to need to test your size real quick,” she told him. “You know, just to reassure myself that we’ll fit.”
Whatever Will had wanted to say in response died as she took him into her mouth. His hips jerked, his hands found her hair. There was probably a hotter sight out there than Emmy with her lips wrapped around his dick, but he couldn’t think of what it might be at the moment. She was a woman on a mission, that was for sure. Did his eyes just cross? They may have crossed for a second. Okay, he needed to stop her now. Hooking his hands under her arms, he dragged her back up his body, letting himself revel in the feel of her breasts rubbing against him, her smooth skin caressing his. Then he rolled them both once more so she was under him, smiling up at him with such trust and affection that he lost his breath for a second.
Staring down at her, he felt his heart lurch with a quick but intense jolt of emotion, and he knew in that moment that, if he could have one wish, he would wish to be real for her. To spend his life with her.
Emmy thought she might laugh when he brushed the hair out of her eyes—such a clichéd romantic gesture—but she couldn’t find humor in the situation anymore. Coming from Will, it was the sexiest move any man had ever pulled. Then his fingers left her hair and found her center, and all thought fled.
When he leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth, her eyes closed on the wave of sensation. Then his tongue got to work, moving in perfect timing with the fingers between her legs, and her sighs became moans. She could feel herself growing wetter, her body practically begging for his. He removed his hand, hooked an arm under her thigh to open her wide for him. She felt him position himself, but he paused, holding them both on the brink. Confused, and a touch frustrated, she opened her eyes to look at him. He was looking down at her, his eyes focused and intense.
“You’ll tell me if I hurt you,” he said.
Frustration fled. Her heart melted. “You won’t hurt me, Will.”
“You’ll tell me,” he repeated.
“Yes.”
He went slowly, taking care with her. Her body resisted for just the first instant, then opened for him as he slid inside. The sound of pleasure that she made echoed his. His first thrusts were measured, gentle. She expected him to pick up the pace, but he held back, gliding in and out of her, torturing her.
“Will!”
