WELL, thank God for that, thought Bella, sitting on the back seat of the car, her heart thundering and her body pulsating with desire.
For a moment back there, in the dark shadows of the museum, she’d truly thought it wasn’t going to happen. That Will would stick to what he’d decided was the right thing to do, and continue to deny the attraction she’d been able to tell he still felt.
But luckily for her, wherever that sudden attack of the scruples had sprung from it had sprung right back, and they were now speeding away from the museum, through the dark streets of London and heading towards a night that she was aching for. Had been aching for for quite some time, if she was being honest.
As a result of her conversational success her whole body was now trembling with need and anticipation, and her head was throbbing. She cast a quick glance at Will and caught her breath. He was sitting back and staring straight ahead, utterly still, the tension and tightly restrained desire rolling off him in great waves.
At the thought of having all that desire unleashed on her, Bella couldn’t stand it any longer. Why wait until they got to a bed? What was wrong with here? Now?
Her heart banging against her ribs, she leaned forwards to press the button that would raise the partition between them and Bob, and prepared to launch herself at him.
But nothing happened. So she pressed it again. It gave a clunk and she let out a groan of frustration.
‘It’s bust.’ Will’s voice was tight.
‘Damn,’ Bella murmured.
‘If it wasn’t,’ he said, twisting round to look at her, his eyes dark and blazing with heat and promise, ‘do you really think you would still be sitting there upright and fully clothed?’
Her mouth went dry and she swallowed as lust belted around her insides. ‘I guess not. You should get Bob to fix it.’
‘I will.’
After that, conversation seemed pointless so Bella sat on her hands and crossed her legs at her ankles and pressed her thighs together in an attempt to stop the throbbing between them. But it didn’t work. The pressure only made things worse.
After what felt like an eternity, the car slowed and barely before it had stopped Will was out, whipping round to her side, opening her door and practically dragging her to her feet. Gritting out a rough goodnight to Bob, he led Bella up the steps, thrust the key into the lock and opened the front door.
Bella didn’t have time to notice the elegance of the house because the minute the door slammed behind them Will was pinning her up against it with his body, planting his hands on either side of her head as his mouth crashed down on hers.
She moaned and threw her arms around his neck and tilted her hips to grind against him, the desperation to have him hard and deep inside her almost too painful to bear. The kiss deepened, spun out of control and then they were groaning and panting and grappling at clothing.
Bella thrust her hands beneath the lapels of Will’s jacket and off it came, dropping to the marble floor, along with his coat. He eased her out of hers and then his hands were shooting down to the hem of her dress and bunching it up while her hands fumbled with his belt.
And then just when she thought that finally, finally, she’d have him inside her, Will broke off and jerked back, his breathing ragged and his face dark. ‘Wait,’ he muttered.
Wait? Wait? Bella’s heart thumped and a shiver ran down her spine. What on earth did he want to wait for? Hadn’t they waited long enough? Surely he couldn’t be having another attack of the scruples? ‘Why?’ she said hoarsely.
‘Not here,’ he muttered, taking her hand and pulling her along the dark shadowy hall towards the stairs. ‘This time I want you horizontal. And naked.’
Oh, thank God, she thought, relief pouring through her as she twined her fingers tightly with his and followed. That was fair enough. She wanted him horizontal and naked too.
It took a while to get to his bedroom. Every five seconds Will would stop and either bend her over the banister or press her against the wall to give her hot kisses that melted her bones. His hands didn’t leave her, and by the time he backed her into his bedroom she was shaking with such desire that her knees were about to give way.
He kicked the door shut and then his fingers found the side zip of her dress and slid it down. The silk pooled in a heap at her feet and Bella stepped out of it, standing in front of him in nothing but a strapless bra, knickers, stockings and high heels.
She heard his sharp intake of breath, watched him swallow, and a surge of primitive female satisfaction darted through her.
Then he tumbled her back and she landed on the bed with a soft thud and as she watched Will kick off his shoes and strip off the rest of his clothes it was her turn to catch her breath.
God, he could really give Rodin’s Adam a run for his money in the hot bod department. Everywhere she looked he was tanned skin sprinkled with dark fine hairs, and lean hard muscle. Her eyes darted over his shoulders, his chest, and then down over his taut abdomen to his mouth-watering erection and her insides turned to molten heat.
Will lowered himself onto the bed beside her and Bella felt a delirious smile spread across her face. He rolled over her and as her arms went round his neck and his mouth came down on hers the uppermost thought in her head was that this was without doubt going to be the best birthday she’d ever had.
And then as their tongues met and his hand tangled in her hair she couldn’t think about anything at all except the way he made her feel.
She bent her leg and hooked it round his to pull him closer and tilted her pelvis so she could feel the tip of his erection press against the sensitive nub of her clitoris.
She heard him groan, and shuddered. Desire pounded in the pit of her stomach as she ran her hands over the muscles of his back, taking her time, caressing and marvelling at his heat and the tightening of his skin wherever her fingers trailed.