Will tugged her head down to his and captured her mouth with his. His heart hammered as she whimpered and then began kissing him back as fiercely as he was kissing her, and a tight coil of heat began to build deep inside him.
She moved up and down him and as he met her increasingly frantic thrusts his mind went blank. All he was aware of was the agonisingly delicious tension gripping his muscles.
And then somewhere through the thick hot fog in his head, he heard her cry out. He felt her tense, arch her back and then shatter and convulse around him and he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. Pulling her down and thrusting up hard, Will buried himself as deep as he could and, with a groan that tore from his throat, hurtled into oblivion.
How long they stayed like that, with his arms around her and her head on his shoulder, Will had no idea. Was it seconds? Minutes? Hours? However long it was, it was long enough for them to have pulled up outside her shop.
‘We should do this again,’ he muttered hoarsely, his hands stroking up and down her thighs.
‘I’d like that.’
‘But properly. How about dinner?’ he said, thinking that dinner—with Bella for dessert—was once more a most excellent idea.
She raised her head and gave him a wide satisfied smile as she lifted herself off him, ran her hands through her hair and fixed her clothing. ‘Dinner would be nice,’ she said, her voice so gravelly and satiated that Will wanted to yank her back down and make her fracture in his arms all over again.
Silently cursing the fact that he’d promised Caroline he’d sort out the mess she’d got herself into this evening, Will shoved his hands through his hair and put himself back together. ‘Are you free on Saturday?’
‘I probably shouldn’t admit it but I do believe I am.’
‘Then I’ll pick you up at eight.’
‘Great.’
Twisting round, she reached for the door handle. Unable to resist, Will pulled her back into his arms and slammed his mouth down on hers. The kiss barely lasted a second, but it was so hot and hard and electric that when he broke it off he was breathing as raggedly as she was and his heart was thundering. ‘Goodnight,’ he murmured, wondering how the hell he was going to be able to wait until Saturday.
‘Goodnight,’ she said, flashing him a blinding smile before opening the door and disappearing into the night.
Bella closed the door to her flat above her shop and sagged against it, her legs no longer able to hold her up.
Had she really just done what she thought she’d just done?
While her brain made a stab at railing against the idea that she’d had sex with someone she’d only just met, her body assured her that she most definitely had. And how. God, and how.
She’d known sex with Will was going to be good, but she’d never imagined it was going to be that explosive. When she’d taken him inside her she’d nearly passed out with delirium.
All control had fled and she’d let her body do what it wanted and sweep her away with the flow. And what a fantastic idea that had been.
She’d never imagined it was going to be that addictive either. But the minute she’d lifted herself off him, she’d wanted to sink back down onto him and ask him to tell Bob to go round the block a few times. When Will had given her that scorching goodbye kiss, she’d had to dash off before she could grab him by the lapels and drag him into her flat with her.
Even now, her body still tingling and twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm, the pulse between her legs throbbed and ached, desperate for more of him. She’d never known need like it.
And now she had to wait two days before she’d be able to satisfy the craving. Bella let out a tiny groan. Agh. Two whole days. Two whole nights. Forty-eight hours. How on earth would she manage?
Summoning strength to her limbs, she hauled herself to her feet and wandered into the kitchen, dazed and confused by the heady way she was feeling.
Who exactly was this man who’d dazzled her, bewildered her and had her throwing caution to the wind and thinking about sex to the exclusion of all else? she wondered, opening the fridge and taking out a bottle of wine.
She pulled the cork out, plucked a wine glass from the cupboard and poured herself a healthy measure.
Phoebe would know, but she could hardly call her, could she? Phoebe would want to know all the details of how they’d met and how it had panned out, and Bella wasn’t sure she was up to dissecting what had happened just yet. Besides, Phoebe would probably tell Alex, who would probably mention something to Will, and Bella certainly didn’t want him knowing she’d been asking about him.
And yes, she supposed she’d find out more about him at dinner on Saturday, but frankly she couldn’t wait until Saturday. She wanted to know now.
Setting her glass on the kitchen table, Bella sat down and opened up her laptop.
Research, she told herself. That was all she was doing. A quick check. Just to see. All perfectly normal. A sensible precaution in this day and age, actually, she assured herself, taking a sip of wine, then tapping Will’s name into the search engine and waiting for the results to pop up.
When they did, a nanosecond later, her eyes widened. Wow. Ten thousand entries. So much for wondering how she was going to occupy herself for the next two days.