Page 29 of Haunted Hearts
“Sure isn’t, beautiful. So if you want this, you better stop talking before I start thinking.”
And with that, his mouth crashes into mine and he’s kissing me so hard I can barely breathe. As his tongue sweeps through my mouth, he wraps his arms around me and pulls the hem of my sweater up and over my head. I shrug free of it, my skin bristling at the chill of the night air.
Will’s hands are rough as one braces behind my head, the other sliding my bra strap down and moving to my breast. He cups it in his hand, breaking our kiss to lean down and take my nipple in his mouth. He sucks it hard, and I shudder at the wetness of his mouth, marveling at the ferocity of his movements. Because Will isn’t being gentle or tender. He’s fucking hungry, and I want him to make a meal of me.
So when he moves his mouth to my neck and rasps in my ear for me to lie back, I comply. I slip down off his lap, and lean back onto the blanket, unhooking my bra and tossing it aside. The breeze drifting in from the sea is chilly on my now bare skin. Will’s kneeling in the sand, looking down at me spread out before him. His eyes rake over my chest and he sucks in his breath.
“Fuck, Lydia,” he says. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Lying there like some kind of painting.”
He strips off his shirt, and I’m honestly floored as I watch his biceps ripple with the movement. He’s kneeling there in frontof me, the firelight flickering on his fucking chiseled chest, and he thinksI’msome kind of painting? Has this guy looked in a mirror?
“I could say the same,” I murmur.
He scoffs, brushing the compliment away like it doesn’t matter and tosses me his shirt.
“You’re cold—drape that over you. But just for now. After this, I’m going to want to feel every inch of that creamy skin of yours against me.”
His hands move to unbutton my jeans. He slides them down around my hips, then my thighs, my knees and ankles, my feet. With my panties still on, he kneels between my legs and spreads my thighs apart. He’s so fucking gorgeous, kneeling there between my legs, that it’s all I can do not to lunge at his zipper and set him loose, rub my already throbbing core against what’s under the outline I can still see against his pant leg. Instead, I watch as he leans down to press his lips to the dampness on my panties.
“So fucking wet,” Will murmurs. “So fucking delicious. And I haven’t even tasted you yet.”
He moves his mouth to the waistband of my panties and swipes his tongue beneath it, sliding it along my hip bone and making me shudder. Then, catching the lace of my panties in his teeth, he drags them downward, over my hips and thighs, until I can feel the chill of the night on my most sensitive skin. He spreads my thighs again, baring me to him completely.
I close my eyes. This can’t be happening. This man I’m supposed to hate—who just a couple weeks ago walked into my life to destroy something so dear to me—is now kneeling shirtless above my spread legs, gazing down at my naked sex like he just won the lottery.
There’s a part of me that’s flinching in embarrassment, wanting to clamp my legs closed so this beautiful man can’t getany nearer to me than he already has. His fingers inside me in the library was one thing. That time was rushed and frantic. A mistake. This, though? Next to the crashing waves with only the dark around us? It feels terrifyingly intimate. And deliberate.
But when I open my eyes and meet Will’s gaze as he moves his mouth to my sex, all reason flies out the window. I want him so badly I can barely stand it. He swipes his tongue clear up the middle of my core, holding my gaze as he does.
“You want it?” I can feel the vibrations of his words as he murmurs them against my cunt.
“Fuck yes,” I say.
Will dips his head back down and I feel the warmth and wet of his tongue as he drags it up and down the folds of my pussy. When he reaches my clit, he sucks it gently, teasing my bud with the very tip of his tongue. A moan rises in my throat, and my thighs turn to jelly as he continues, the strokes of his tongue deft and warm. When he thrusts his tongue inside me, my hips buck and he pins them down with his huge, spread hands. His fingertips graze my clit as he tongue fucks me, and all the while a warm, gentle pressure is building in my pelvis. I tangle my fingers in his hair, trying to rock my hips against his face.
Just when I feel that delicious pressure start to creep toward the edge, Will draws back. My fingers grab for his hair, desperate to pull him back in. I’m so fucking close. He can’t stop now.
“Will…” My voice comes out like a whine. I push myself up to my elbows.
Will lets out a low laugh as he rises back up to his knees and starts working at his belt buckle. The grin on his face is absolutely taunting. “Oh, you wanted to come like that, huh?”
“Yes, actually,” I say, indignant. “Fuck y?—”
But my voice cuts off as Will unzips his jeans and leans toward me, pushing me backward again onto the blanket. Still gazing at me, he tugs his jeans and boxers deftly down his hips—and finally,finallyI’m about to see what I’ve known all along was there. I break eye contact in time to see his cock spring free, to watch as he brings the smooth skin of it to brush against my inner thighs.
He’s as long and thick as I thought he was.
Fuck.
I can smell the salt in his hair as he bends his mouth to my ear. “Did you really think I’d stop at eating your pussy, Lydia?”
“I don’t know,” I murmur.
And it’s true. I don’t know what the fuck I thought. I don’t know what the fucktothink. I only that Will Holloway’s rock hard cock is bobbing between my legs, and the only thing I want is for him to fuck me silly.
Will clucks his tongue. “Well, let’s think. I’ve fucked you with my fingers. Now I’ve fucked you with my tongue. You know what’s left?”
My voice shakes, but I force myself to look him in the eye as I answer. “Your cock.”
