Unbreakable(27)

“Are you okay? You seem nervous.” He leans over, takes my hand, and gently tugs me into the room.

“I am, I guess.” I cover my face and shake my head. “It’s totally stupid, I know.”

“It’s just me. No need to be nervous.” His eyes hold nothing but kindness.

“This is just all so new,” I explain. “I’m still getting used to the idea that… that you—”

He frowns. “That I what?”

“That you turn me on like this.” Heat rushes to my cheeks. “It’s just different, you know?”

Will places his hands on my shoulders and gives a little squeeze. “We can take things slow.”

“Do you want to go slow?” I ask him. “Or are you just being nice?”

“I want to do whatever you want to do, Em. Just because we’ve decided to go ahead with this doesn’t mean we have to hurry up and f*ck tonight, okay?”

I’m not against the idea of having sex with Will tonight—no way. But I appreciate that he’s taken some of the pressure off. “That’s true, I guess.”

He gives me a lazy smile. “I just have a feeling that’s what you want.”

It is, at least for the moment. Still, I feel kind of silly admitting it. Especially when I was the one to go on and on about hooking up and having fun. That’s the thing about Will though—he always seems one step ahead of me.

“Well, right now it’s what I want,” I admit. “Fair warning, that might change in a few minutes.”

I’m already beginning to relax, and my palms have stopped sweating. Yay!

He takes off my hoodie and skims his hands along my waist, underneath my thin t-shirt. “I just want you to be sure about this, Em. We can’t turn back once we’ve crossed that line.”

“I’m pretty sure that line has already been crossed and exceeded,” I murmur, toying with the ends of his dark blonde hair.

“Let’s just enjoy tonight.” His voice lowers an octave, and it does funny things to my belly, hearing him talk all soft and deep like that. Funny, good things.

“It’ll be nice to kiss you again and not have to worry about getting struck by lightning,” he jokes, tugging me onto his lap. “Though I have to say, I probably deserve it.”

I cuddle close to him. “You do not. If that’s the case, then I deserve it, too.”

“Nope. You deserve nothing but good things.” He runs a hand through my hair. “Only good things.”

The way he’s looking at me makes me all weak and shivery inside, and my case of nerves dissipates completely. The only thing I can think about now is how I’d felt when he’d kissed me that first time. I need more of that.

“Kiss me, Will. Please.”

I can hear the desperation in my voice, but I simply don’t care. I don’t want to wait another second.

He cradles me on his lap like I’m a precious jewel and presses his lips to mine. The kiss is gentle and sweet, and I’m dimly aware of his hands on me, tangling in my hair before tracing down along my back.

As his tongue slides along mine, I find it hard to keep still. This position isn’t letting me get close enough to him, so I slip my other leg over his and straddle him. His erection strains against the zipper of his jeans. I try to move closer, but my snug skirt thwarts my efforts.

Will breaks our kiss and skims his hands along my thighs, pushing the skirt up past my hips and out of the way. He glances down at my underwear and lets out a strangled groan.

“Jesus Christ, more bows,” he mutters. He sucks and licks his way up to the shell of my ear, and I let out a soft sigh. The man really knows how to use his mouth.

“What do you have against bows?”

“Nothing. I love ‘em. Just like that bikini you wore today. Sexy as f*ck. It was touch and go there for a while, though. Nearly death by hard-on.”

I bury my head in the crook of his neck and laugh. “Really?”

“Yeah. Would have been a hell of a way to go.”

He touches one of the bows with the tips of his fingers, stroking my hip. When his eyes meet mine, there’s no teasing glint there anymore. Just pure desire.

“Em—”

I don’t let him finish. Instead, I kiss him with everything I’m feeling—all of the fear, excitement, and attraction. I take every emotion I feel and funnel it into the hottest, deepest kiss I can.

Will grabs my ass and stands, lifting me like I weigh nothing. I cling to him, and we kiss for another minute or two before he lowers me down onto the middle of the bed. He stands there for a few heartbeats, just staring at me. I can’t read the expression on his face, and his hesitation makes all of my old insecurities rise to the surface. Why hasn’t he moved?

“Will?”

“Just admiring you,” he says softly.

Okay, he’s forgiven.

Lowering himself down onto the mattress, he slowly crawls up the length of my body, placing soft, hot kisses along my inner thighs. He pauses when he gets to my underwear, then gently presses his lips against the thin satin material.

“Ohh,” I breathe. It’s so sexy; I might melt into the sheets.

He lingers there for a moment, hovering over me. His fingertips press into the flesh of my hips before he slides his mouth upward along my stomach. It’s an achingly slow, panty-dampening tour he’s taking. When he finally reaches my lips, I’m certain I’ll burst into flames.