Page 26 of Forever

I smack him in the shoulder. “Are you making fun of my Mom, mister?”

“I certainly am not.” His hand goes around the back of my seat and pulls me into him. “What did we say about hitting my golden arm, soon-to-be Mrs. Price?”

William leans closer. So close his nose touches my neck. I nibble at my lower lip, trying to hide the fact that the feel of his hot breath on my skin makes it wobble.

“Do you want me to spank that perky, little ass of yours?” his voice is a raspy whisper in my ear.

My whole body shivers at the sound of his voice. That’s the kind of power this man has over me. A hushed word or two, a caress here and there, and I’m melting at his feet.

“I-I think we established that the last time. My tiny body can’t cause a lot of damage to big and mighty William Price,” I stutter.

Will moves away, enough so he can look me in the eyes. His fingers caress my cheek.

At first, he keeps quiet. Warm chocolate eyes look at me softly. They shine brightly with love. So much love it would hurt for me to stare at him if I didn’t feel the same way. I can only hope he always looks at me that way. Even when we’re eighty years old and sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch of our house. I hope he looks at me like that forever.

“Hey, love birds!” Mia, my little sister, breaks us out of our own world. “If you don’t stop staring at each other all googly-eyed and shit, I’ll puke. And this cake is too good to be wasted that way.”

I shoot a stern look her way, but the smell of the white chocolate and raspberries draws my attention.

My favorite.

I can’t grab the fork fast enough. I take a piece and put it in my mouth. My eyes fall shut and a low moan escapes me.

“So damn good,” I mutter. When I open my eyes, Will is looking at me, a smirk curling his lips and a hungry look in his eyes. “You have to try this. It’s so delicious!”

I take a piece on my fork but can’t do much more because her pulls me to him. His lips crash to mine and his tongue demands entrance which I give willingly.

This time I moan for completely different reasons. Chocolate and raspberries and Will; there is nothing more intoxicating than this.

The fork falls from my hand to the plate and my hands curl behind his neck to pull him closer, fingers getting lost in soft waves of brown locks.

Both of his hands are on my cheeks holding me close.

His tongue darts further inside my mouth, velvet against velvet.

Conquering.

Owning.

Loving.

I hear a loud groan come from deep within his chest. It’s long, needy, and painful. My lip tugs upward, if only slightly. I can’t help but feel glee every time he gets this way.

My body reacts to his so easily.

Just a touch is enough to make me crave more.

Just a tingle of his breath on my skin makes my whole body shiver.

Just a kiss makes me melt and want all of him.

It feels good to know I affect him too. It feels good to know you’re not just loved but desired. Wanted in every way possible.

We break our kiss. Both of us panting heavily. Taking a few seconds to compose before we face the rest of the restaurant that got quite a show.

William gets a grip on himself way before I do and turns to look at the rest of our table that’s starting in our direction uncomfortably. I know because I can see it from the corner of my eyes, and even if I couldn’t, I would feel their probing stares directed my way.

He clears his throat and takes the fork in his hand to finally start eating his cake. He tastes the cake and moans loudly.

“This.” He looks at our mothers and points to his plate. “We’ll have this as our wedding cake even if I have to ship it from Croatia to the States.” Then he turns to my flushed form on the chair next to his and winks. “It holds special memories.”

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