Page 20 of My Best Friend's Billionaire Brother
“You’re okay,” Will murmurs. “You’re okay.”
I nod against him, breathing deeply and calming myself down. Everything is fine. Nothing happened. Will came. Hecame. It suddenly dawns on me howamazing it is that he dropped everything to come to my apartment within ten minutes.
I sniffle, pulling back just far enough to look up into his face. “Were you busy?” I ask.
An incredulous scoff erupts from his lips, and he shakes his head. “No, I wasn’t busy.”
“Thank you for coming,” I whisper.
He stares down at me, his smile slowly morphing into something more serious. “Thank you for calling me.”
I frown in confusion. “Why … would you thank me for that?” I stammer.
He purses his lips, searching my eyes. “Josie, if anything had happened to you … if he’d done something to you …”
Suddenly my chest feels tight, like I can’t get enough air. As if I could get all the air in the world but it still wouldn’t be enough. Will’s gaze is boring holes in my soul, staring deeper and deeper. His gaze flicks to my mouth, then back to my eyes. His chest isnoticeably rising and falling, like he can’t seem to get enough air either.
And then he reaches up to cup my face in his hands, and he kisses me.
Shock courses through me, along with a mixture of emotions I can hardly identify. All I know is that I want to kiss him back. Badly.
So I do. I reach between us, grabbing a fistful of his t-shirt in my hands and pulling him closer, deepening our kiss. We stumble backward until my back hits the door of the closet behind me. Will’s thumb caresses the side of my face as he kisses me deeply, slowly, his tongue entering and tangling with my own.
When our kiss breaks, he looks down at me, panting, our foreheads touching. “God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he breathes.
A small smile slides over my face. “Me too.”
He glances to my lips. “… and everything else I want to do to you.” It comes out in a desperate breath, like he can barely hold it in. I’ve only ever seen put-together Will, aloof, grumpy, an asshole. Not this. Desperate for more of me, practically falling apart at the seams.
Can he tell that I’m falling apart too?
“Then do it,” I say, my voice barely a whisper.
His gaze flicks up to mine, questioning.
“Do it,” I repeat. “Anything and everything you want to me.”
His eyes darken with desire. He glances around until he spots the bedroom door, reaching down to grab my hand and pulling me toward it. We enter the room, and I reach for the light switch to turn off the overhead lights, but Will stops me.
“I want to see you,” he says, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. He presses a soft kiss to my neck, and I feel myself melting. “I want to see all of you.”
His fingers dance at the hem of my t-shirt, sliding under the fabric and against the skin of my belly. I’monly wearing a t-shirt and shorts, no bra—and I think Will can tell. My nipples have hardened in arousal, creating stiff peaks visible through the thin fabric of my shirt.
His hands travel slowly up my stomach, pulling the hem of my t-shirt with them. As they crest the tops my breasts, I feel the cool air brush across my skin. I lift my arms obediently, and Will pulls the shirt over my head, tossing it aside. Still behind me, he reaches around to lazily trail his finger from my neck, between my bare breasts, and then in circles around my nipple, circling closer and closer until he finally reaches my peak.
I arch my back and whimper as he softly fingers my nipple, delivering a delicious sensation throughout my entire body. He does the same with my other breast, and before long I’m panting with desire.
He cups both my breasts, squeezing gently, kissing the side of my neck, down my shoulder. Then he reaches down to hook his fingers under the waistband of my shorts. He tugs them down and letsthem fall, and then he does the same with my panties until I’m standing there before him, completely naked.
Before I have time to feel self-conscious, he pulls me against his body, walking us backward until we reach the bed. He sits and then pulls me into his lap sideways, my legs resting on the bed, my back propped up against his arm as he holds me close.
He looks down at my naked body in his lap, and I can feel myself reddening. My breasts are heaving in anticipation, and my pussy is absolutely drenched.
He grins down at me, half a smirk and half something else. Something genuine.
He reaches down to part my legs, urging my right one out and over so he has access to my center. He trails a finger up my inner thigh, sending shivers all over my body. And then he slides it slowly along my slit.
A deep sigh escapes me.
