The bed dipped as he crawled upward like a stalking tiger, pale skin glowing in the dim room.
He pressed his mouth to my ankle. He kissed each of my calves and the backs of my knees, running his soft lips against the responsive skin there. I shivered as he worked his way up my thighs, kissing almost to my center—but not quite.
He continued up my body, languidly, hovering on all fours, straddling my hips as he leaned in to ghost his lips along my stomach. Propped on my elbows, I watched him move up my torso. The tree lights cast circles across my chest. Will kissed the colored dots one by one while keeping his eyes locked with mine.
He reached my breasts and sucked one into his mouth. I cried out.
“Wow. Sorry. It just…feels good.”
His grin turned wicked. “Maureen, I’m the landlord here, so you can go ahead and be as noisy as you want. I won’t be issuing any warnings.” He took the other breast into his mouth, sucking hard as I arched up and flung my head back against the pillows, using both hands to dig into his hair and hold him to me.
I moaned as I felt the first brush of his fingers at my center.
It was his right hand, and I knew it was a big deal for him to be touching me so intimately with it.
His middle finger breached me, filling me on the inside while his thumb and index fingers circled my clit. My orgasm came suddenly—forcefully—and when it happened, I grabbed his wrist to press his hand firmly against me, both of us uncaring of his scars as I ground out the last of my pleasure against his palm.
He leaned down to kiss me softly.
As I recovered, sated but aching to feel him inside me, he reached across my body to grab a condom from the nightstand. He held it up. “Still okay?”
I nodded eagerly. “C’mere.”
Once sheathed, he wasted no time entering my wet and willing body. The sensation of him sliding home electrified my veins like a completed circuit. My hammering pulse beat out my thoughts.Now.Finally. At last.
Will rocked his hips, his intense gaze demanding my own. He reached between us to circle my clit again. It took a few minutes, and I could tell he held himself back with some difficulty, but eventually, I got there, coming hard as I shuddered and bucked against him. A second later, he groaned, and I felt the warm tide of his release as he filled the condom.
“Goddamn,” he said, rolling to the side. He deftly took off the condom and tied it up, tossing it into a small garbage can. “That was amazing.”
Laying my head on his chest, I reached for his hand and joined our fingers together, rubbing my thumb across his scars.
“I almost don’t want to ask because I don’t want you to stop,” Will whispered. “But why do you do that? Touch my messed-up hand so much?”
“Because I can tell you need it.”
His reply was a drawn-out exhale.
We lay there a while, not daring to break the moment. Eventually, Will got up to wet a washcloth with warm water. He pressed it between my legs. I’d never allowed a lover to perform this intimate task, but he seemed to revel in every chance to touch me.
“I’m fine if you want to stay in my bed all day,” he said with a grin. “In fact, you’re welcome to crash here until you find a new place if you want.”
“Bren might have some objections to that.” I smiled back at him. Not to mention, I wouldn’t be finding a new place. I’d be returning to Coleman Creek in less than two weeks. I promised myself I’d tell him later that day. Sometime when we weren’t naked.
“Maybe you can talk to her. I can be a good boy and share.”
“We’ll see.”
Will stood, tossing the washcloth into a laundry basket in the closet. “But if you’re cool with getting up, I actually have something I’d like to do with you.”
“Something more interesting than whatever we can get up to in this bed?”
He barked a laugh. “Not gonna lie. I could probably live in this bed with you for the next week if you’d let me. But I want to show you something before we go under the covers without coming up for air.”
“What is it?”
“A surprise. Something Christmas-y.”
“More Christmas-y than baking ten dozen gingerbread men?”
