Reckless Hearts (Oak Harbor #2)(28)

And when can I get more?

Will sets me back on my feet again. “You alive in there?” his voice comes, sounding amused.

“Barely.” I take a deep breath, and lift my head, seeing the boyish look of triumph on his face. “Don’t look so smug,” I warn him, laughing. I push him playfully, and Will laughs.

“Is it so bad for a man to take pride in his handiwork?”

I shake my head, unable to keep the smile from my face. “Men. You think giving one tiny orgasm means you’ve scaled Everest.”

“Tiny?” Will catches my hand, and yanks me hard against him. “Admit it,” he says, his eyes flashing with dark lust. “You just came so hard you saw God.”

I laugh, dancing away from him, but I don’t deny it. “We need to get out of here before I turn into a shriveled prune,” I say instead, shutting off the water. I step out into the unfinished bathroom and shiver. “You got any towels in this place?”

“Bedroom, down the hall,” Will answers, so I walk barefoot, naked, and dripping wet, until find his bedroom: the windows wide open to the hazy evening heat, a simple king-sized bed in the middle of the room dressed in crisp navy linens that look so soft and inviting, I could snuggle in deep and never get out. I find the towels hanging from the closet door and blot one against my wet hair, tossing the other to Will as he arrives in the doorway.

He wraps it around his waist, and his stomach lets out a rumble I can hear from across the room. “Dinner?” he suggests, smiling. “I have leftover pizza in the fridge.”

“Fancy.”

“If you’re lucky, I might scrounge up a couple of paper plates.”

“You know how to treat a woman,” I tease, and Will laughs, pulling me into his arms.

“Damn straight I do.” He kisses me, slow and easy, the kind of kiss that could last all night—until his stomach sounds again.

I laugh and pull back. “Time to feed the beast.”

“Is that a promise?” There’s a glint in Will’s eye. He crosses to the dresser and pulls out a fresh pair of jeans, tugging them on while I enjoy the view. Then he digs out a button-down shirt, and some drawstring jogging pants for me. “Not exactly your size, I know . . .”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Will heads downstairs, and I dry off and get dressed. I’m swimming in his pants, but I tie the drawstring tight and roll up the sleeves on his shirt to make them fit, toweling off my hair and twisting it up in a wet braid. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror above the bureau: my cheeks flushed pink, and my eyes bright and shining. I look like I’ve just had the best sex of my life—but I haven’t, not even close.

Not yet.

The sun is just starting to sink over the woods when I find Will shirtless out on the back deck, nuking a plate of pizza in a dangerous-looking microwave. “You weren’t kidding about the paper plates,” I say, looking at the haphazard collection of plastic takeout utensils and condiments he’s got set up on a folding table. “Don’t tell me this is your kitchen?”

“Until I get the gas line checked, I’m afraid so.” Will pulls a couple of beers from the cooler and offers me one. “But on the plus side, there’s no clean-up required.”

“It’s like being back in college,” I laugh, taking a bottle and toasting it against his. I take a sip, relishing the cold buzz, but I can’t help looking around again at the shabby work-in-progress. “You know, it’s not too late to change your mind,” I suggest. “I could find someone to take this off your hands, set you up somewhere with an actual working range.”

“Don’t you worry about me.” Will moves closer, and slides a hand around my waist. “You’re off the clock. Relax.”

“I might relax right through that hole in the porch.” I eye it cautiously.

“I’ll catch you.” Will hooks one finger over the waistband on my pants, yanking me against him. I laugh and melt into his arms, reaching up to claim a kiss, savoring the warmth of his bare chest, and how I seem to fit in the nook of his shoulder, just right.

Deeper, hotter, we’ve barely had our hands off each other all afternoon, but still, I want more. Will backs me up against the porch railing, ignoring the “ding” of the microwave as we feast on each other, instead. His hands slide up under the hem of my shirt, tracing wildfire across my naked skin. “The food . . .” I say breathlessly, already arching against him, offering myself to his wandering hands.

“I’m not so hungry anymore.” Will bends his head and drags a trail of smoldering kisses down my neck, flicking his tongue over the delicate hollow of my throat. “Besides, I made you a promise, and you know, I’m a man of my word.”

I shiver. He is, and not just when it comes to my pleasure.

“You’ll be mine.”

I pull back. “I forgot!” I exclaim. “I have a movie date with Lottie and Kit tonight. I’m running late already.”

Will’s hands slide lower, teasing the waistband of my pants. “Sure you can’t cancel?”

His mouth grazes my neck again, pushing my shirt off one bare shoulder. My body is melting towards him, already caught up in the magic of his sinful touch, but I force myself to step away and yank my clothes back into place. “Sorry, she’s been kind of lonely since her sister left,” I explain quickly. “I think she just needs some girl time, you know?”