Play with Me (With Me in Seattle, #3)(41)

“Jesus, Will, I can’t do it anymore.” I shake my head from side to side.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He kisses my thigh again, twice, and places a soft kiss against my *. God, it’s f*cking hot to watch him kiss me down there.

He pops the ice in his mouth and kisses my labia deeply, brushing his nose over my clit, and suddenly I feel a finger brushing my anus. My hips jerk against him and I can’t hold the orgasm in, I come violently against him, crying out his name.

He pushes that ice deep into me with his tongue and then quickly pulls his shirt off, pushes his shorts down around his hips, unleashing his impressive erection, and moves up my body. As his cold lips meet mine, he pushes his cock inside me.

“Holy shit, it’s cold,” he laughs and kisses me again.

“Can I touch you now?” I ask, raising my hips to meet him.

“Fuck, baby, yes, touch me.” I wrap my arms around his neck, and am stunned when he suddenly stands with me in his arms, still inside me, and sits on the couch. I plant my knees on either side of his hips, and cup his gorgeous face in my hands.

“I love how you feel when you’re inside me,” I whisper against his lips. His hands are caressing my back, from my shoulders to my ass, and back up again. “I love the way you touch me.”

My eyes never leave his as I start to move my hips, clenching down on him with every downward motion. His jaw clenches as he watches me, his eyes sober and hot. I run my hands through his hair and kiss him deeply, and he wraps those strong, muscular arms around my waist, and pulls me down harder, rolling his hips, making his pubic bone hit my metal, and it’s too much. Before I can stop it, I fall over the edge again, spasming around him.

He buries his face in my neck and growls.

“Fuck, Megan.” And suddenly he’s falling with me, spilling himself inside me.



*



I wake alone in Will’s bed, again. I have a feeling that with his early morning training and meetings, I’ll be waking alone a lot when we stay together.

But, given that he woke me up with delicious kisses to let me know he was leaving, he’s forgiven.

Yesterday was the best day I’ve had in I don’t know how long. We literally spent all day being lazy gluttons. Except when we were making love, which was also often.

He’s a freaking animal.

The more I get to know him, the more I genuinely like him. He’s definitely not the arrogant * I originally thought he was. He’s considerate and kind and funny.

And for some reason that I’m not going to examine too closely, he seems to be smitten with me.

I gather my things and head home. Today is Nick’s memorial service, and I will be going. Nick was a special kid, and I need to say goodbye.

I take my time in the shower, letting the scalding water loosen sore muscles and soothe me. I smile as I remember the two showers Will and I shared yesterday, and how we ended up getting dirty again, before we ever even left the water.

The man likes water sports.

After buffing and shaving and scrubbing, I dry quickly and dress in a simple black dress. I twist my hair up and pin it at the back of my head, add minimal makeup and satisfied with how I look I head downstairs to eat something light before heading to the service.

As I descend the stairs, the doorbell rings.

Who the hell could that be?

I pull the door open to find a dark suit-covered Will standing on my doorstep.

God, he looks good in a suit.

It’s tailored to his tall, lean body. He’s wearing a blue dress shirt and deep blue tie with it, setting off those incredible eyes.

“Your alarm isn’t set.”

And he’s pissed.

“What are you doing here?” I ask.

“Your alarm isn’t set,” he repeats stubbornly and walks past me into the living room.

“Will, I’ve been home less than an hour. What are you doing here?”

He pulls me to him, wraps his arms around me and just hugs me close. “Do you really think I’d let you go alone today?”

I rest my cheek against his chest and breathe him in. He smells clean and safe. He smells like Will.

“You don’t have to go with me,” I murmur.

He pulls back and cups my face in his hands. “Yeah, babe. I do. Then you’re coming home with me.”

“Aren’t you getting sick of me yet?” I ask lightly, wrinkling my nose.

“Yes, I’m terribly sick of you. You eat too much, hog the bed, and cheat at video games. Not to mention, you require way too much sex. But, I’m muddling my way through.”

“You know, you could use some work on your people skills.”

He laughs down at me. “Haven’t you noticed, Megan? I can’t seem to get enough of you. I have to leave for Miami tomorrow, and I want you with me tonight. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s okay.”





Chapter Fourteen


“How’s your day going, sweetheart?”

God, it’s good to hear his voice. I lean back in the plush desk chair behind my desk and grin.

“It’s been a pretty smooth day so far. How about you?”

“The usual. We watched some film this morning, went to the field for a while. Now we’re waiting to do some interviews and call it a day.” He sounds tired.