It was Will, blond hair darker than usual for being wet as it fell across his forehead. Like her, he was clad in PJ pants, but unlike her he’d forgone the shirt, as though he knew that his abs were her Achilles’ heel.
And then she saw his eyes, and her heart dropped an entire foot to her stomach.
He’s scared.
Brynn moved slowly toward him, stopping when they were scant inches away, but not touching. Wordlessly, she reached for his hand. Put it against her cheek. I’m scared too.
His eyes closed and he let out a shuddering breath. When they opened again, they were more like the Will she’d come to know, although there was still something odd about his expression. Something she didn’t know how to read.
His other hand moved up to cup her face as he slowly moved his face toward hers, giving her a chance to run away. To take them back to their usual frenetic pace instead of this slow, dreamy firelight seduction.
And even though every instinct was yelling mistake, Brynn wanted to know him like this. Just once, she wanted to know this part of Will Thatcher before they were gone from each other’s lives.
They kissed each other slow and sweet, as their lips teased and explored, tongues barely touching as they breathed in each other’s scent, listened to what made the other person’s breath catch. He continued to hold her face in the most gentle of caresses and Brynn felt the inexplicable urge to cry.
When he finally lowered her to the blanket, she waited for him to speed it up, to take them somewhere fast and safe, but he refused to be hurried as he ran a hand lovingly along her side, his palm just barely brushing the places that she wanted him to touch.
“Brynn,” he said quietly. “Brynn, I…”
She grabbed his hair, pulling his mouth down to hers before he could say something that would destroy her. Destroy them both.
A hot hand slid up under the back of her sweater, his palm pressing into the damp hollow at the base of her spine, tilting her up to him, even as he kept the kisses slow and drugging.
“Let me make love to you,” he whispered against her lips.
Brynn nodded, helpless to do anything else but accept whatever he was offering.
She lifted her hands over her head as he slowly pulled the sweater up and off, before pulling back slightly and looking down at her.
“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly, moving a hand beneath her breast and lifting her slightly. “Perfect.”
“I’m small,” she said nervously.
He showed her what he thought of that by lowering his head slowly and swiping the flat of his tongue against her nipple, making her gasp.
“Perfect,” he said again, before giving the other breast the same treatment. Back and forth he went, licking and nibbling until she was making small keening noises she didn’t even recognize. He glanced up at her then, waited until she met his eyes and then closed his lips around her nipple and sucked hard, her hips bucking up against his as she said his name.
“Again,” he said, raking his teeth over her nipple. “Say my name again.”
“Will,” she said, her voice breaking slightly.
He slowly moved down her body, kissing every one of her ribs before slowly sliding her pants off. He smiled in gratification when he saw she was completely naked.
“No underwear,” he said gruffly.
She licked her lips and looked down at where his face hovered above her hips. “Seems someone forgot to pack them.”
Will slowly pushed her legs apart, sliding his hands beneath her butt and meeting her eyes once more. “It was so I could do this.”
And then his mouth was on her, loving her in a way that she’d always thought was depraved, but felt so damn right.
Brynn had always been too distracted by the intimacy of the act to lose herself in it before, but Will wasn’t accepting anything but complete capitulation as he sucked and stroked and licked in exactly the right way.
Brynn felt his hand shift, his thumb slipping inside of her before he pushed the flat of his tongue against the sensitive nub of nerve endings, licking her in small, tight circles until she was helpless to do anything but rotate against him.
Together they found the perfect rhythm until Brynn broke into a million pieces, grasping at the blanket beneath her as her hips arched up against his wet mouth.
As the fireworks turned into tiny aftershocks, Will planted tiny kisses along her inner thighs before moving back up her body and finding her mouth was his.