Reckless Hearts (Oak Harbor #2)(37)

I stare back, torn. For years, I’ve been telling myself that this is impossible. Nothing lasts. Nothing stays the same. But from the very first night we met, he’s been proving me wrong—giving me a glimpse of a future I’d sworn didn’t even exist. He made me chicken soup, for christ’s sake, even when I was a fevered wretched mess.

There’s nobody like him in the world, and maybe this will all fall apart one day, but what if it doesn’t have to? What if this love can be real?

Wouldn’t that be worth the risk?

The thought crashes through me in an instant. Not him leaving, or lying, or the hurt angry fighting in the end—but everything else we could have, if only I would try. Will, in my bed, not just tonight, but a hundred more nights besides. Afternoons with my friends, just hanging out, and sultry summer evenings together by the creek. Him waiting when I get home from work, there when I wake in the morning, when I need someone; just him.

It’s intoxicating. So close, I want it more than anything. So why am I fighting it so damn hard?

Will can see the fight I’m waging inside, because he gives me that crooked smile. “Or I could just f*ck you tonight, and leave the rest on the table.”

I blink, surprised.

“You’re nearly naked in my arms,” he points out. “I may have some self-control, but you’re really testing it right now.”

He trails one fingertip down my body, over the dip of my waist and up over the curve of my hip. It makes me shiver, makes me almost say to hell with it, but I know him too well for that.

“No,” I whisper. Hurt and disappointment flash on his handsome features. “No, I mean, yes, to more,” I say quickly, taking his hand. “I want more than just tonight. I want you, all of you.”

There’s a pause, and I see my words sink in. Then desire flashes, hot in his gaze, and there’s no time left for talking, no time for anything but his mouth on mine and his body crushing me with delicious weight as Will stretches me back into the soft linens and claims me once and for all.

This kiss is anything but controlled. Hot and wild, his hands are on me, everywhere, the hard heat of his body pressing into mine. I wrap myself around him, devouring with every breath, losing myself in the sweet, reckless pleasure I’ve been running from for so long.

But not tonight.

Tonight, I sink into his embrace, I give myself up to him, completely. Tasting him, touching him, feeling his body shift and hitch; memorizing every cool curve of muscle and shivering stretch of skin. I kiss along his neck and down over his chest, wanting to feel every inch of him. Will’s skin shudders under my wandering fingers, and I trail my tongue down over his stomach, biting lightly at his hip and making him stiffen with anticipation. I peel his briefs away, and then he’s thick and glorious in my hands, God, so delicious, I have to taste.

I close my mouth around his tip, angling my head to take him into my mouth.

“Fuck, Dee . . .”

Will’s voice is ragged, a distant sound over the heartbeat pounding in my ears. I settle between his legs, still touching him, my palms to the smooth planes of his body, and now I feel it tense and hitch, his hips straining towards me as I slide my tongue down that gorgeous shaft and swirl back up again. Will’s hands settle on my head, tangling in my hair as I take him in my mouth again, deeper this time. I find a rhythm, sinking into the bliss, the sheer sensual pleasure of surrendering myself to this moment, to giving, to everything I want to tell him but can’t find the words.

I don’t need words, not like this, when my mouth can say everything I want without uttering a sound. I find the pace, using my lips to tease him, the very tip of my tongue, before taking him deep again, deep and slow until he’s gasping. It’s different with him. God, it’s all brand new. Not a competition, some big performance, a race to the finish line. Now, all I want is to hear his groans of pleasure and make them last, feel the slick heat of his skin beneath my tongue. I lose myself in him, the cresting build of tension and need wound tighter, tighter as his hands grip my hair and his body thrusts to meet me. My body is wildfire, shimmering and raw, and he hasn’t even touched me; no, all I have is his satisfaction, but somehow, it’s more than enough.

I want to show him everything he means to me. Give him the pleasure he’s given to me. And now, feeling his body rise and his groans grow more desperate, I know he’s on the edge. I pull away, teasing just the tip until Will lets out a desperate growl, then I sink back down, taking all of him, as deep as I can, moving my lips along his shaft as I slide my tongue against him, over and over, relentless, until Will pulls away. I look up, confused.

“Not like this,” he says, almost growling as he yanks me up the bed. He rolls me, pinning me down beneath his body. “I’m not coming until I’m deep inside you, baby,” he swears, the look in his eyes making by blood run hot. “I want to feel you begging for me, give you every last inch.”

His mouth crashes down on mine, and I arch up eagerly, wrapping myself around him, god, so ready for more. His hands are on me, everywhere, stripping my bra and panties away, and following that electric touch with his lips and tongue. He teases at my nipples until I’m aching, moaning, his tongue sliding hot over my trembling skin. Will takes one stiff peak into his mouth and sucks, hard, as his hands part my thighs wider. I catch my breath, mouth dropping open in a silent gasp as his fingertips tease at my slick core. “Fuck,” he moans against me. “You’re so wet.”