That’s one good thing that’s come out of our unlikely alliance. I might still be looking for my moxie, but I can easily locate my sex drive. Messing around with Will and teaching him has been even more fun than I imagined it would be. We haven’t gotten too far, but I have an overactive imagination.
Will’s been busy this week since they moved him up to first line. He squeezes in extra practice time whenever he can, which I admire. But he still manages to make time for me, which just means that I’m doing my job, and he’ll make someone a kick-ass boyfriend someday. He texts me in the morning and throughout the day, and I find myself reaching for my phone more often than I ever used to. Will’s fun. And funny. He’s sweet and kind. The guy standing in my living room is a far cry from the overeager one who spent the night sleeping off a drunken stupor a month ago because he couldn’t hold his liquor. This guy—the one who brings me takeout and stops by work just to see how I’m doing—he’s a keeper. Well, not for me, of course. But for someone, someday. And if that makes me a little sad or if I hope I’m long gone by then so I don’t have a front row seat to watch Will fall in love for real? Well, I’ll just keep those little details to myself.
“Long day?” he asks, looping his arms around my waist. He’s more comfortable in his own skin—I can feel it. And tonight, if all goes according to plan, we’re going to test those boundaries a little further.
“I did have a long day,” I tell him honestly while stretching languidly and giving him my best flirty smile. “But I have an idea for what would make it better.”
Will drops his arms and pumps them in the air like he’s just won the Stanley Cup. “We’re having the sex!”
I can’t help it, I laugh. “Not so fast, Romeo,” I caution. “I was thinking you could give me a backrub.”
“A backrub… and then sex?” he asks hopefully, and I laugh.
“We’ll take it one step at a time,” I tell him, fully aware that my heart is already two steps ahead of where it should be, and that can only lead to trouble.
32
Will
Holy fuck, this is really happening.
My brain goesinto overdrive as I imagine Mel and me in bed together. But before panic can totally consume me, I feel her hand cup my cheek.
“Turn your brain off, Will,”she commands, as she pulls off her hoodie, leaving her in one of those sports bra, tank top things. I’ve got no idea what they’re really called, but they’re sexy as fuck.
“First off,it’s Schnookums to you,” I tease. “How am I supposed to turn my brain off when you take your shirt off?”
She sitson the bed and reaches for me. I take two steps and find myself standing in the V of her legs. If I was smoother, cooler, more experienced, I wouldn’t need a fucking guide. I could just drop to my knees, peel off her leggings, and taste her. They make it look so easy in porn, but knowing me, I’d find a way to fuck it up. As though she knows exactly what I’m thinking, she reaches for me again, and I find myself sitting next to her on the bed.
“I’m serious,Will. Get out of your head. That’s half your problem, you know. You’re always worried about what’s coming next, when you should be enjoying what’s happening right now.”
She’s probably right, but I don’t want to examine that hard truth too closely, so I brush it off. “But nothing’s happening right now. At least, not yet.”
“Isn’t it?”she challenges. “Take a better look. We’re on my bed, I’m not wearing a shirt, and you owe me a backrub.”
“Yeah, but—”
Mel putsher finger to my lips to shut me up.
“Look at me,Will. Don’t think, don’t stress, don’t freak, and for god’s sake, don’t hand me any cheesy pick-up lines. Just look at me and tell me what you see.”
As always,I’m helpless to resist any of her commands. Why would I even want to? “You’re wearing one of those bra-top things. It’s hot,” I say, the words tumbling awkwardly out of my mouth before I can stop them.
She doesn’t bustmy balls for being awkward, though. Instead, she turns that pretty smile my way, and my brain short circuits for a second.
“You like it?”she asks, and I nod dumbly.
“I must have a dozen of these,”she tells me, toying with the strap. “They’re so comfy. Most days you see me in a tee or a hoodie, there’s a ninety-eight percent chance I’m wearing one of these underneath.”
Christ.Does she think that telling me this little detail is going to help? Now, every time I see her, I’m going to be picturing what she looks like half naked. Ok, I do that anyway, but now I’ll have an actual visual to go along with my fantasy. My cock thickens in my sweats, and there’s no way she can’t tell the effect her words have on me.
“What else do you see?”she asks.
“Your skin,”I say. “It looks soft.”
“Maybe you should touchit and find out,” she tells me, taking my hand and guiding it to her shoulder. My palm dwarfs hers, but I don’t dwell on that. I’m too caught up in the way her smooth skin feels against my calloused hand.
“It feelsgood when you touch me,” she says, and her words light a fire in me. I trace my finger against her collarbone, then down further, toward the valley of her perfect breasts.
