Unbreakable(28)

“Take this off,” I demand, grabbing the ends of his t-shirt. “Now.”

He sits back and tugs the shirt over his head, revealing his toned, athletic body. He’s all lean muscle and sculpted abs, and he’s gorgeous.

The corner of his mouth turns up in a sexy little smile. “That better?”

Yesssss.

“Do it again,” I breathe.

He laughs and tries to settle down on top of me, but first, I reach my hands out and run them along his stomach, needing to cop a feel of that perfect six-pack. Everyone has a thing, and mine’s always been toned male stomachs and great arms. Will is a perfect specimen in both departments. I sigh happily and wrap my arms around him.

He brushes my hair away from my forehead. “You’re so pretty, Em.”

“Have you always thought that?”

Jeezaloo. I mentally bitch slap myself the second the words leave my mouth. I mean, do I really want to know the answer to that question? For a long time, I didn’t care about how I looked. I was perfectly happy not fussing over my appearance and living in clothes two sizes too big just because they were comfortable.

“You’ve always been cute as hell, but for a lot of years, I just saw you as Sully’s little sister.”

That figures. I sigh and roll my eyes. “Little sister by three minutes. Three minutes, Will! I need to tattoo that on my forehead.”

He laughs and places a kiss on the end of my nose. “You’re different now. And I don’t just mean your transformation to hot college co-ed, either. You seem more content somehow. Like you’ve finally come into your own.”

I smirk. “Little Emmy’s all grown up now?”

“Definitely,” he says.

He removes my t-shirt and skirt in a flash, leaving me in nothing but my bra and undies.

Will swallows as he hooks a finger under the thin strap of my bra. He looks down at me. “This isn’t a dream, right? You’re really here, and you’re real?”

“Are you?” I ask softly.

He places his hands on both sides of my face. “Guess you’ll have to touch me and find out.”

So that’s exactly what I do, and it’s much better than any dream. It’s completely perfect.

I’ve had a few relationships, and not one of those guys ever made me feel like I do now. I feel cherished. Like everything we’re doing means something.

Will’s rules about this being “just sex” are front and center in my mind, but his tenderness is really throwing me off. I’m trying not to confuse the friendship with the sex, but I fear the lines are already blurring for me. It makes me wonder if I can handle this. I have more of a connection with him than I did with previous boyfriends. Guys that I thought I loved. Does that mean that I wasn’t in love?

And what if I never feel this way again?

I need to stop worrying about all this, or I’m going to miss out on everything. I push it all to the back of my mind and lose myself in Will.

We kiss for what seems like hours, and my whole body’s vibrating with desire. Will’s kisses aren’t limited to my mouth—though those are my favorite. He kisses my shoulders, my neck, my chest, and my stomach. All are soft, sweet and unhurried kisses.

But it’s the touch of his lips against my ear, along with the sexy things he’s murmuring, that sends shockwaves of desire right through me.

He uses his fingers to caress and explore every inch of my body, but his fingertips never do more than softly skim over the fabric of my panties. I’m not sure if he’s just trying to be a gentleman or what, but I’m breathless and wanting from everything we’re doing, and I’m done going slow.

I brush my hand over the front of his jeans, deliberately pausing to cup the bulge there. He groans and rolls over on his back, taking me with him. Our kisses grow desperate as I grind against him.

A shudder racks his body, and he grabs my hips to still my movements.

“Time out,” he gasps. “Em, I need a minute.”

“But that means you’ll stop touching me, and we can’t have that now, can we?”

His breath tickles my ear. “What happened to going slow, Sunshine?”

“We can go really slow.” He sucks in a ragged breath as I drag my lips along his collarbone. “The slowest sex you’ve ever had, even.”

His jaw tenses and he swallows again as I fumble for his zipper, but he grabs my hand, stopping me. “I want you, Em, but we can’t. Not tonight.”

My confidence takes a huge hit. “Why not?”

He sighs and runs a hand over his face. “Because I just realized I don’t have any condoms here. Unless you brought some?” His voice is hopeful.

Disappointment washes over me. “No, I didn’t bring any.”

“Fuck.” He slams his hand down on the mattress.

I roll off of him. “How can you not have condoms, Will? You’re a guy. Isn’t that like basic Date Night 101?”

He raises an eyebrow. “It’s not like I was planning this entire seduction scene.”

“I’ve never known a guy not to have at least one condom stored somewhere,” I grumble.

Will leans over and blows a raspberry on my stomach, making me squeal. “Hey!”

He rests his head on my tummy. “I’m sorry, Em. I used my last one at a teammates’ bachelor party.”