She nodded.
“Still, I’d prefer if you just told me to butt out.” He smirked at her.
She shook her head and fought back a smile.
“I’ll give you a dose of honesty and you can decide what to do with it,” Will said. “I’m in bad shape here, Al.” His eyes twinkled, and he looked exactly like he was in anythingbutbad shape. “Everyone in my life knows it. I think you know it too. I want you, and more than just in my bed, although I have no objections to having sex with you all day, every day.” That hot, husky voice sent a bolt of heat straight through her, almost like he’d shot fire straight into her veins. “But I want to give us a try. I’m not asking you tojusthave sex with me. I’m asking you to try something more with me.”
He laid his feelings out for her so easily. Why couldn’t she do the same?
She’d spent the last few years focused on her mother, and then Andy. She hadn’t given herself time to think about wanting anything more. But as she looked up into Will’s face, she couldn’t deny how she felt.
She nodded.
The second she did, he dropped his head, immediately taking control of the kiss, his lips hot as they moved against hers. She leaned into him, letting his mouth dominate.
“Aly.” He groaned as he tugged hard at her bottom lip with his teeth. The second she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, he softened, tucking her into his arms and teasing her with a trail of kisses over her jaw and down her neck to her pounding pulse.
And she was lost.
She buried her fingers in his dark hair, twisting and pulling him back to her mouth. He devoured her, his tongue plunging in to stake his claim. His mouth was decadently lush, his kisses turning from hungry to teasing as he nipped at her again. His hand drifted lower and his fingers dug into the flesh of her ass before he pulled her tight to his thigh.
“Will,” she moaned as she pressed into him, hot desire ripping through her, heating her skin. A throbbing pulse beat in time with the steady thrust of his thigh against her.
He twisted her so fast she almost stumbled, but he steadied her, cradling his thick erection with her ass cheeks.
“You keep watch out that window,” he ordered.
She doubted anyone could see them through all the coats. The possibility of being caught sent a shiver racing along her spine.
“You like that, huh? You like living on the edge?” He snaked a hand up under the satin of her dress, his fingers dancing along her thigh and heading straight for her throbbing center. “Good, because I need to make you come right now.”
“Please,” she begged.
His chuckle bounced off the skin of her bare shoulder as he bit into her neck. Her breath caught, and her eyes flitted shut the second his finger ran along her damp panties.
“Hmm, already soaked for me.” The words vibrated along her skin, his lips a mere whisper from her.
Her heart stuttered when he hooked his thumb into the lace and tugged on it. She squirmed, seeking the friction she needed, until finally, he pressed his hand between her legs.
His thumb teased, circling her clit as he sank one thick finger into her. She couldn’t hold back the moan.
“Eyes open, Al. You need to watch that window, and I want to watch your face as you fall apart.”
Was he kidding? She couldn’t even see straight as he toyed and teased her. But she kept her sights locked on the empty window.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” he whispered. “I want to lick and suck. Devour this pussy and mark every inch of you as mine.”
The words and the fast, circular motion between her thighs almost made her knees give out. But he held her up, never stopping. Just driving her higher and higher until she felt the press of his teeth on her neck.
She exploded.
“Yes. Come on my hand. Come all over my hand, Aly. Fuck. You’re gorgeous.” His words sent her soaring so high she wasn’t sure she’d ever come down. Until she finally collapsed against him.
“Come home with me,” he ordered.
She glanced over her shoulder. “I live with you.”
He chuckled. “Come home to my bed, where I can spend the night with you. I want you naked and laid out for me to play with.” His face shone with desperate need. For her. The honest desire there caused her own need to rage, like she hadn’t just had the best orgasm of her life.