“I’m naked. You’re not.”
“I’m about to fix that.”
He pulled off his shirt, then undid the button on his jeans. She couldn’t help but be fixated on that very prominent bulge that pressed against his zipper. And when he dropped his jeans and shucked his boxer briefs, she could only say, “Oh, my.”
Will grinned, and she took a moment to appreciate the fine specimen of man he was. Here was someone who took care of his body. She’d seen him plenty at the gym, and he worked hard to keep his body in shape. It showed. He had strength.
Now she’d have to test his stamina, because it had been a long dry spell for her and she intended to make this night last.
She opened her arms to him and he came to her, kissing her deeply. Lord, but the man knew how to kiss a woman senseless. And to have his hard body against hers—finally—now that was definitely a dream come true. She ran her hands over his shoulders and chest, and down his belly.
“I like touching you,” she said.
“Feel free to explore,” he said, brushing his lips across hers.
She did, getting to know every part of him. His stomach was flat, with very fine hairs there, so soft to the touch. The only place he was soft, of course. The rest of him was covered in hard muscle.
She reached down to take his shaft in hand, rewarded with his harsh intake of breath. She began to stroke him, but he pulled her hand away.
“Too much of that and it’s going to be all over with in a hurry.”
“We’ll save some of that exploring for round two, then.”
He smiled. “I like the way you think.”
He reached down to the floor and pulled a condom packet from his jeans.
“Not that I thought this was gonna happen, but I do like to be prepared.”
Now it was her turn to smile. “And I like the way you think.”
He put the condom on, and slid between her legs. He looked down at her, and she heated at the way his gaze roamed over her. And when he cupped her sex, readying her with his fingers, taking his time to smooth his hand over her, she arched her hips, pulsing and near the brink again.
It had been a while, and as he nestled between her legs, he took his time fitting his body to hers. When he was seated fully inside her, his c**k pulsing, she shuddered at the unexpected emotions coursing through her.
He brushed her hair from her face and kissed her, still unmoving. She knew what it cost him to be so still while her body adjusted to him. It drove her crazy, feeling him swelling inside her, her own body throbbing with need and desire.
“Will,” she whispered.
“Yeah?”
“You can move now.”
“You okay?”
“Definitely more than okay.”
When he finally began to thrust, it was as if her world exploded. She arched, meeting his thrusts, breaking out in a cold sweat as he rocked her world by pinning her with his body and grasping her hand to hold it above her head.
Then he showed her what she’d been missing for far too long, cupping her butt, tilting her pelvis and driving hard into her, grinding against her until she thought she might die from the sweetest pleasure she’d ever had. She squeezed his hand and cupped the back of his neck to draw him forward for a blistering kiss that was her undoing.
When she came, it was like lightning had struck her—a sudden explosion that caught her by surprise. Her eyes flew open and she met his gaze, giving him everything she had as she shuddered with the ecstasy that poured from her. He drove hard and fast into her, then growled out his own orgasm, taking her lips in a violent fury that catapulted her over the edge again, leaving her breathless and shaking.
One of them was trembling. Or maybe it was both of them. She couldn’t be sure. She smoothed her hand down Will’s sweat-soaked back, closing her eyes and committing every second of this to memory, because she wasn’t sure it would happen again, and she needed to remember it all. Fuel for her fantasies and all that.
He rolled over to his side and drew her against him. She finally opened her eyes. He was looking at her.
“So, it’s really like riding a bike, isn’t it?”
She frowned. “Huh?”
“You definitely didn’t forget how to do it.”
“Oh.” She laughed. “I guess not.”
“But just in case you do forget, we should probably practice five or six times tonight.”
Heat settled low in her belly, and she was shocked to find renewed desire quivering through her. One would think she’d be satiated after all that.
Apparently not.
“Yes, we probably should.”
“I’ll be right back,” he said. He rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom.
Her cell phone rang. She frowned, and looked over at the clock on her night table. It was after midnight. No one would call her that late except Chelsea, and Chelse knew she was on a date tonight, so she’d wait until Jane called her tomorrow to rehash her night with Will.
She slid out of bed and found her phone, buried in her purse which she’d left on the floor by the front door.
It was a missed call from her mom.
“Damn,” she whispered.
“Something wrong?” Will asked, coming out of the room. “I heard your phone ring.”
She turned to him. “Probably. I just missed a call from my mom. The kids are there.”
She punched the number, her heart pounding as she waited for it to ring. Her mother answered almost immediately.
“Jane?”
“What’s wrong, Mom?”
“I don’t want you to panic or anything, but Tabby got up to go to the bathroom and slipped on that rug by the kitchen and hit her head on the table.”
She tried for calm. “How bad is it?”
“There’s a lot of blood, but of course there would be because it’s her head. But she’s got a pretty good gash and I think she’s going to need some stitches.”
“I’ll be right there to get her.”
“I thought you would be. We’ll have her ready.”
“Thanks, Mom.” She hung up and headed toward the bedroom.
“What happened?” Will asked as he followed behind her.
“Tabitha slipped on the way from the bathroom and hit her head on the kitchen table. My mom said she has a pretty good cut on her head that probably needs stitches.” She started to get dressed, grabbing underwear and bra, then a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.