Chapter twenty-seven
Maureen
Ibelieved him.
That was the crazy part. After everything he’d put me through, every false start and years of misunderstandings, I believed him.
There was no preamble. Will grabbed my hand and tugged me out of Bren’s living room, leading me wordlessly down the hall to his apartment and straight to his bedroom door.
“You’re sure?” he asked.
I nodded, stepping over the threshold.
A bed frame, dresser, and nightstand in matching maple wood took up most of the space in the modest room, books and art supplies mingling haphazardly on the flat surfaces. Familiargold pillows rested on top of an olive-green bedspread. On the floor, a small plastic tree with multicolored lights sat proudly, a twin to the one in the living room. Dark blue curtains blocked the cloudy sun from outside—the tree’s twinkling lights provided most of the illumination.
Somehow, the humbleness of the room elevated the hugeness of the moment.
Will pulled me to him as we stood next to his bed. “We can take it slow. Like I said, whatever you need.” He placed a steadying kiss on the apple of my cheek. “We’ve waited a long time for—”
“For us,” I finished his thought.
“Exactly.”
“You’re positive your head’s okay?” I asked, brushing my knuckles along his crown.
“I mean, my big one is. The little one could use some attention.” He pumped his eyebrows.
I cracked up. “That was bad.”
“Maybe so, but it’s true.” Levity turned quickly to urgency as he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and moved my hand to the bulge in his sweats. Through the material, I felt the heat of him stir beneath me. He closed his eyes and exhaled, sucking in his bottom lip.
The press of my hand grew firmer. More assured. I rubbed over the soft cotton before trailing my fingers up to pull at his waistband. As our lips met in a fiery kiss, I pushed his pants down over the erection straining his underwear. Keeping us melded together, he helped me tug down his bottoms before kicking them away. His small black boxer briefs did nothing to hide his excitement.
We detached for a moment so he could pull his shirt over his head, and I did the same with my sweater, standing before him in jeans and a lacy black bra.
He reached out to run his fingers reverently down my arm before leaning in to kiss me again.
His tongue delved into my mouth, bold and searching, and I welcomed it like a starving person. The way he made me feel in his arms was everything. Like he couldn’t get enough. As his demanding tongue tangled with mine, his fingertips grazed the top of my jeans. He released the button with a pop before pinching the zipper between his thumb and pointer finger, lowering it slowly.
Within moments, he’d removed the rest of my clothes and his own. All the while, we never stopped kissing. Will’s kiss was an intoxicating contradiction—tender and, at the same time, relentless. His obvious need drove each press of his lips, every swipe of his tongue. It consumed me wholly.
We stood. Our bodies slotted together perfectly. He ground his erection against my center. Even though Will wasn’t a tall man, he had a decent-sized cock, thick and dark pink, and my instinct at seeing it slap back against his stomach was to lower to my knees in front of him.
He sensed my movement and reached out to stop me, grasping me lightly by the elbows. “I’m already close, and I…I’d like to be inside you. If you’re okay with that.”
I nodded, rising, relishing the erotic intensity of being eye level with him as he stared hungrily at me.
“Oomph.” Without warning, Will showed surprising strength as he picked me up in a bridal carry and placed me gently on the mattress.
Nestling my head on one of the soft gold pillows, I reached for him.
But he didn’t lay down.
My arm dropped as Will remained standing at the foot of the bed. He stared at me.
I’d thought his kiss all-consuming, but it paled compared to the feral, worshipful glint in his eyes as he raked his gaze over my naked body. Anticipation churned in my stomach.
Finally, he placed a knee on the edge of the mattress.
