“Genni and I dated. I told you about her, and everything I said was true. I was never serious about her. We broke up because I wouldn’t marry her. I had no interest.”
But doubt swam in those deep gray eyes. Doubt he’d never seen before and hated more than anything.
“Al.”
She shook her head. “I need to shower.” With an apologetic glance at Lily, Aly fled the room.
Will’s stomach sank. From the moment he’d stalked across Andy’s old bedroom and kissed Aly, he’d assumed if he wanted her, he’d get her. It was cocky, sure, but never in any of those moments did he have doubt.
But now? The unease he felt made him want to crawl out of his skin.
“Don’t stand here looking like a dumbass. Go tell her the skinny bitch isn’t what you want.” Lily huffed. “I’ll handle everything else while you fix this.”
She was exactly right. He’d show Aly exactly how he felt.
Will exited the kitchen just as his front door opened.
“Hey,” Corey said.
“Lily’s making Christmas drinks in the kitchen. There’s beer in the fridge if you don’t want that shit. Taran, there’s wine on the counter. Drink it. All of it. And then take the rest of the rack home with you. I don’t want that shit anymore.” Will stomped up the stairs.
“What’s wrong?” Taran called after him.
“Why would you think something’s wrong?” Corey answered.
But Will didn’t turn back to them. The shower in the hall bathroom was running. Although that was technically her bathroom, he hated that she wasn’t using his.
He flung the door open, and Aly jumped, eyes wide and arms thrown over herself to cover her bra and panties. Her full breasts strained against their lacy containment, and his cock surged against his zipper. The curves of her body called to him, crying for his undivided attention. He’d come up here for a reason, he knew it, but his mind was overtaken by the need to own her. Claim her.
“Oh, Will.” Her surprise faded, and her hands drifted to her sides.
He moved without hesitating, grasping her wrists and pushing them back, making her chest thrust toward him.
“What—”
Dipping his head, he latched on to the nipple fighting to free itself from its confines. With his lips wrapped around the taut bud, he sucked hard. She whimpered at the contact, encouraging him to toy with her. Adjusting her wrists so he held them with one hand, he used the other to yank the lace from her breasts before starting his assault all over again.
She squirmed and moaned, thrusting her hips against him. But he didn’t stop until she was begging.
“Please…”
He tugged her panties off and hauled her onto the counter before lifting one of her legs so it rested on his shoulder. Her heady scent assaulted him as the rough brush of his beard marked her silky skin.
“Will,” she whispered.
When he looked up, her eyes were dark and stormy and hot with a desire he craved to see every day. Without breaking eye contact, he pressed his lips to her core. The taste of her on his tongue, the sight of her head falling back in ecstasy, had him burning with his own need.
Between the sweet, breathy moans and the taste, his control was hanging by a thread. But he was taking a back seat, her pleasure his driving force. He lapped against her languidly, and she bucked in response.
“Yes,” she cried and grabbed his hair.
He zeroed in on her clit when she rocked against him.Damn, she was amazing.
She sobbed his name, dragging out the word, while he sucked every last drop of pleasure out of her. She convulsed on his face, and when her movements slowed, he flipped her around and forced her to splay her hands flat on the counter. Lust radiating from her, she met his gaze in the mirror. The whimper that left her lips when she watched him had his cock jumping. He trailed a hand over the curve of her stomach and down into the valley between her thighs. Her damp heat greeted his fingers as he sank into her.
“So ready for me,” he said as she arched back against him.
With his free hand, he lowered his zipper and released himself from his boxer briefs, the tip of his cock already weeping for her. He pulled his fingers from her pussy, eliciting a cry from her.