Will didn’t utter one word. The only sound was our labored breathing as we slowly undressed each other. Pushing off the wall, I raised a hand behind my back and undid the clasp of my bra, letting the material fall to thefloor.
His gaze left mine and raked across my chest, his thumbs brushing underneath the soft curve of my breasts before finding their way toward my already hard nipples. When he pinched them tightly, his mouth covered mine, stifling asharpgasp.
“Zoe,” hemurmured.
I reached for the button on his jeans, hooking a thumb underneath the waistband, but he had other ideas. Turning me around, he held me back against the length of his body as his hands ran down my stomach, into my own jeans, and then underneath my underwear. His other hand flipped open the button, and the zipper opened allowing betteraccess.
When his fingers brushed against my clit and down between my legs, a strangled gasp escapedmylips.
“Fuck,” he groaned into my ear, his breath hot against my neck. “You’resowet.”
“For you,” I whispered, my hand sliding over his, pushing his palm harder against my clit, but he pulled back, leaving mehanging.
“Not yet.” He pushed my jeans down. They fell to my knees along with my underwear, and I kicked them off. I was totally naked, but it felt right. Everything about this feltright.
Turning around, I unbuttoned his dark gray jeans, shoving my hands down the back and over his ass, pulling them off andfreeinghim.
His nose skimmed down my neck, and he trailed soft kisses along my shoulder, his hand pressing into my back and holding my body against his. We were skin on skin, our hands feeling every part of one another, exploring and learning in tendertouches.
Will walked me backward toward the bed until my legs hit the edge, and then I was falling until I hit the mattress. His gaze ran the entire length of my body as if he was committing every inch to memory before pressing his weightintome.
“When I first saw you, I wanted to know you,” he murmured, sucking my nipple into his mouth. “When you first spoke to me, I wanted to kiss you.” He dragged his teeth against the sensitive skin, earning himself a gasp. “When you first touched me, I wanted you to be mine.” He pressed his hard length against my clit, making me squirmagainsthim.
“Will,” I moaned, rolling my hips up into his, wanting to sate the ache deepinsideme.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, his lips againstmyneck.
I was suddenly shy despite the position we were currently in. No one had ever asked what I wanted during sex before. I wasn’t sure whattosay.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and opened myself to him fully, my hands pressing into his ass. I ground against him, wanting himinsideme.
“You have to tell me.” He dragged his teeth against the skin ofmyneck.
I had nothing to lose right now, other than the one thing I wanted most. “I want to know you. I want to kiss you. I want to touch you. I want to feel you inside me.Allof you.Onlyyou.”
A tortured moan escaped his lips, and his eyes met mine. “Shit, Zoe. You can’t say stuff like thattome.”
“Whynot?”
“Because I won’t last two seconds, and I want to make love to you allnight.”
A shiver ran down my spine. He felt it and moved againstme. “Will.”
“Don’t worry.” He reached over to the bedside table where he’d flung his bag. “I want to be in the sameplace.”
Easing up on his knees, he rolled on a condom, and I watched his every move enraptured. Hovering over my opening, he slid just inside, and it was consuming. My fingernails pressed into his back, and he thrust forward, buryinghimselfdeep.
“Fuck, Zoe,” he said with a gasp, resting his foreheadagainstmine.
It was taking all my strength to be still. “When I stand on stage tomorrow night, I want to feel whereyou’vebeen.”
His eyes betrayed the effect my words had on him, and he pulled back until his tip was the only thing left, then slammed back into me, making mecryout.
“Are you okay?” heasked.
“Yes,” I said, my voice wavering. “Again.”
Right then, he would have done anything I asked him, and I would have done anything he wanted. He pulled out and thrust again. This time, setting up a rhythm, quick but encompassing. Every time he pushed in, he buried deep, pressing hard againstmyclit.