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As I continue, she glides her fingers into my hair and pulls me closer. So long as the fantasy she’s conjured is about me, I don’t care how greedy she is—I welcome it. The rougher I amwith her, the louder her moans and whimpers become, spurring me on. I suck hard on her clit, and she shatters for me, squeezing my fingers and drenching my chin.
I’m already hard again, but as much as I want to sink myself inside her, I want her begging for it. I sit back on my heels, and once she’s come down from her high, her eyes find the wet spot on the couch and she shrieks, “Shit! I’m so sorry!”
“I’m not.” I stand and help her up, but then bend to toss her over my shoulder.
“Will! Put me down,” she giggles, playfully struggling to get out of my hold.
“Not a chance.” I walk us out of the library and she swats at my back, her laughter bouncing off the walls. “I warned you I’d haul you off like a caveman.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“You want me in the shower, so that’s where we’re going.”
CHAPTER 8
ELLE
Will has a small home gym and carries me inside like I weigh nothing. My legs are still shaking after whatever the hell that was in the library. That mouth of his rivals any vibrator I’ve ever purchased. He should trademark that thing as a pussy ruiner.
“I’m not in the mood for a workout,” I deadpan as he sets me down.
Will takes my hand and leads us into a bathroom the size of my bedroom as he explains, “There’s a shower for when I’m in a rush after a workout and don’t have time to run upstairs. As much as cleaning you up with my tongue is enticing, a shower is more practical since we still need to have dinner.”
Dread seeps in—he’s never seen me without makeup, let alone naked. “Are you sure that’s the best idea?”
“Second best idea I’ve had all day.”
“What was the first?”
“Bringing you home with me.” He winks—because of course he does—and unbuttons his shirt. “Turn around.”I’m frozen in place, unable to take my eyes off his chest. Even through the undershirt, his muscles are still on full display. “Elle?”
“Huh?”
“Turn around for me.”
“Oh.” I spin, unsure why he’s asking. He presses a sweet kiss to my shoulder and unclasps the top of my halter dress. I hold it over my chest and turn to face him. “Can we shower separately?”
Will takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger and kisses me. I can’t help melting the moment our lips touch. There’s a hint of me on his tongue, and something feral in me loves that I’ve marked my territory.
“I want you to be comfortable here,” he mutters, not breaking our kiss. “Go shower, and I’ll grab dinner.” He pulls back, his smile meeting his eyes. “Take your time. I’ll probably need to reheat it in the oven for a few minutes. There should be an extra robe in…” He releases me to open a small linen closet, taking out a washcloth and bath sheet. “Nope—both in the wash. I’ll grab a change of clothes upstairs.”
“You don’t have to,” I insist, hating how meek my voice is.
“I don’t have to do a lot of things. I do them because I want to. I’ll be back in a bit.” He kisses my forehead and leaves, glancing over his shoulder once.
I take stock of the shower—body wash, shampoo, and a nearly empty bottle of conditioner that will have to do for now. On the vanity is a bottle of face wash that hopefully won’t make me break out. I grab it and set it on a small shelf in the shower. After stripping out of my dress and slipping off my strapless bra, I step into the shower, turning on the rain showerhead. It’s scalding almost immediately—a stark contrast to my own, which takes ages to warm up. I turn itdown and work quickly, washing head to toe. I’m prone to overthinking, and the last thing I need is to spend twenty minutes analyzing tonight.
Will isn’t the man I thought he was. I’ve spent years fighting my attraction to him, and if today’s any indication, he feels the same way. Worst case, it doesn’t work out—he’ll retire in a year or two, and I’ll never have to see him again. Best case… he could bethe one. The thought both scares and excites me. Perhaps a twenty-minute shower isn’t the worst idea after all.
I pump three squirts of conditioner into my hand and finger-comb it through my hair from root to tip. It’s not my favorite brand, but I’m grateful he doesn’t use a three-in-one product that moonlights as dish soap in a pinch. Once I finish rinsing off, I step out of the shower and wrap myself in what has to be one of the softest towels ever invented. I tuck it under my arms, securing it over my chest, then wipe away some of the fog on the mirror. My mascara is smudged under my eyes, and I grab a tissue, add a little hand soap to it, then swipe it away. I only get one eye done before Will walks in, startling me.
“Don’t look at me,” I squeak.
He steps behind me and sets a pair of joggers and a tee on the vanity, then wraps his arms around my waist. “How can I not?” He’s freshly showered, wearing a plain black tee and dark gray sweatpants. Kissing the little spot between my shoulder and neck, our eyes meet in the mirror. “I brought you something to change into. They’ll be big on you, but you’ll look sexy as fuck in my clothes.”
“Isn’t that a little possessive, considering we haven’t even had a date?”
“Technically, you’re right, we haven’t.” He smirks, his little dimple that I adore popping. “Which is why dinner is in theoven. And, as soon as you’re dressed, I have something planned.”
