Page 13 of Will See You Now
“Oh my god,” she murmured, panting as she smiled at me. “I think I’ve destroyed your bed.”
“Don’t care,” I responded immediately, kissing her cheek. She’s squirted an insane amount all over my sheets. My thighs and abdomen were sticky with it, and fuck, was it the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed. “Love it.”
The blush on her cheeks deepened and she tried to burrow her face into the mattress. I grabbed her chin and made her look at me, pecking a kiss onto her nose. “I love it,” I repeated. “Squirt all over me and my furniture ‘til your heart’s content.”
I let my hand drift down to between her thighs, gathering some of the moisture up and bringing it to my lips, smearing some across the bottom of mine, then across hers, before kissing her hard, tugging her closer. “I love it.”
She nodded, and I felt her body heating up for me again.
We spent that night together, destroying my bed some more. We showered, fucked, dozed, and fucked again, stumbling to the kitchen for sustenance at various points through the night, but we couldn’t stop. I’d eat her out at my leisure. She’d warm my spent cock in her mouth until it was ready to go again. We were connected, unable to stop pulling the other closer.
As the morning came, I’d made up my mind. I moved through to my office as she slept in a mess of sheets, not wanting to be away long. But I had some emails to send, some calls to make.
Eleven
Harper
Mylegswereonlya little firmer than jelly as I stood up from the bed and scooped up a stray -t-shirt, pulling it over my head as I hunted Will down. Will. Not Dr. Sterling. When we weren’t in that headspace, that doctor/patient mind-fuckery where anything went… he was Will. My Will.
It was weird how comfortable I already felt in his space, how my bare feet moving through his space with no shame or shyness was normal. Even though my pussy ached, my thighs burned and despite many showers, I must have stunk of sex. I didn’t feel like I needed to be careful in his home. I could hop in the shower without asking or rummage in his cupboards for pain killers with no shame.
My body was one delicious ache, my heart content. My mind a muddle. Our connection had been strong outside of sex, too. We’d laughed together, shared our histories, and enjoyed quiet comfort in each other’s arms. I didn’t want this to end either, but I couldn’t stay. His words were powerful. They’d burrowed their way into my heart, stuttered the sensible part of my brain, but they were words from a man I’d only spent time with a handful of times.
Wandering his apartment, I found him at his large dining table, a laptop, piles of papers and a half-drunk cup of coffee scattered before him. He was in sweats and nothing else, his firm chest on display, the scratches I’d clawed all over his skin on display for me. His hair was a mess, and with the wild look in his eye, I’d wager he was just as off-kilter as me.
“Everything okay?” I asked, leaning on against the kitchen counter and tilting my head to take him all in. We were only a short distance from each other, and he hadn’t noticed me.
He jumped and looked up at me in surprise. “I have a question for you,” he said without preamble.
“… okay?”
“Would you consider it exceptionally stalkery if I came with you?”
I burst out laughing, the words sounding strange from his usually quite stuffy mouth. My legs took me closer to him as I digested what he’d said, there was no way he meant what it sounded like he did. “What do you mean?”
He stood, striding to me and placing hands on my hips, I tipped my chin up to see him better. He looked disheveled, both internally and externally. “I’ve already spoken to your professor. They have a need for more senior doctors, especially ones with a focus on women’s health. I can deliver babies, train others on safe practices. I can come, Harper. I can be there. If you want me to be.”
My mouth dropped open, and I fought off the bubble of excitement making me want to jump into his arms and shout ‘yes!’ over and over again. Needed to be sensible. Needed to be calm. Level-headed… Impossible with this man. If I’d needed proof that it was me he wanted, and not just what I was willing to let him do to my body… this was it.
“You want to do that?” I murmured, fighting off the chaos in my chest, studying his face, looking for the lie. He had a successful business here, a life. He didn’t need to be swanning off to dangerous places with minimal resources just for me… But I couldn’t see anything, just open-hearted excitement that, yeah, I wanted to match. I wanted it. Him to follow me. To move across the world for me, a woman he hardly knew. It was thrilling, hedonistic even.
“I want to do that,” he repeated my words. “Harper, I know this is fresh, but I’m not ready for it to end. I want to explore everything with you. This is new, only the beginning, but I can see us in the future. I can see you by my side, me by yours. Something happened to me when you walked into my life. You made me risk it all, and I want to continue doing so. This is fast, but it feels right to me.”
“And to me,” I admitted. “I was questioning whether to even go a moment ago — couldn’t bear the thought of tearing myself away from us so soon.”
He smiled, a slow grin that spread over his handsome face as thoughts of what was to come flooded his mind. He tilted my chin with his knuckle and pressed his nose to mine. His bright eyes shone into mine as we shared the same breath. Christ, but it felt so right, like I’d known him all my life, like we’d just been waiting to collide. It was corny as fuck, but that didn’t stop it barreling over me. I was going to let him do it.
“Is that a yes?” he asked, just above a whisper.
“Yes,” I replied. “Come with me.”
Our kiss was a promise, a promise to keep going, to explore the explosive connection we shared, to take risks together. It was a promise to fall in love.
