Unbreakable(72)

Will hauls me into his arms for a fierce hug. “God, that’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He pulls back and takes my face in his hands. “I’m on top of the world right now. This is the best day of my life.”

The content look on his face is one I haven’t seen since before his parents died. It’s one I thought I’d never see again, but I’m grateful it’s back.

I thread my hands through the ends of his dark blonde hair. “Really? Well, maybe it can be the best night of your life, too.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m counting on it,” he murmurs, bringing his mouth down on mine.

I’ve missed this so much, the feel of his lips against mine and the possessive way he claims my mouth when he kisses me. It’s primal and urgent, which makes me all dizzy and weak-kneed.

He breaks the kiss and looks down at me, his eyes hooded with desire.

“I’ve missed you so much,” I say, running my hands along his arms.

“Missed you too, Sunshine. So f*cking much.” He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks down the hallway toward his bedroom. It takes us a while, because we keep stopping to kiss.

When we finally get there, he kicks open the door and carries me inside, then sets me down gently on the edge of the bed.

Oddly, some of my nervousness from earlier in the night returns. It’s silly, but the idea that we’re really doing this finally hits me. Not just the sex, but the fact we’re a couple and we don’t have to hide anymore. He doesn’t have to feel guilty, and I don’t have to wonder how he feels about me. Everything’s out in the open, and we can finally just enjoy this.

Will stares down at me, and the scorching heat in his blue eyes makes my belly flip and my panties wet.

“Take off your clothes.”

His voice is low and commanding. It’s a tone I’ve never heard him use before, but one I definitely want to hear again. Every look, every touch, and every single thing he says is making me dizzy with lust.

Peyton’s right. I’ve got it so bad for him.

I wiggle my skirt down over my hips and slide off my tights, which leaves me in nothing but his jersey and my bra and panties. I pull the jersey over my head and toss it onto the bed.

“Oh, f*ck yeah. Much better, baby,” he says breathlessly, running his hands down along my hips. He reaches over and tugs at the edges of my undies, but I back away and wave a finger at him.

“Ah-ah. You’ll have to wait for that, mister. I have other matters to attend to first.”

“Oh yeah?” The corner of his mouth tilts up. “Important matters?”

“Mmmhmm. Very important. But you’re not naked enough yet. Care to fix that?”

He grabs the end of his t-shirt and drags it up his body before throwing it to the floor.

Holy…

He’s perfect everywhere I look—all hard, lean lines and taut, sculpted muscles.

I brush my fingertips over the soft, dark-blonde hair on his stomach that disappears beneath his well-worn Levi’s. I’m pretty sure I’ve heard Peyton refer to this area as “the happy trail.” It’s fitting, because I know exactly where this trail ends, and it makes me very happy.

Will swallows, his eyes glittering as they meet mine in the semi-darkness.

Back at the cottage, I never got a chance to please him, but right now, it’s all I can think about. I want to touch and taste him like he did to me. It’s my turn now.

I stand and gently walk him backward until he’s directly in front of an accent chair in the corner of his bedroom. I grab the top of his jeans with one hand and undo the button with the other.

He reaches out for me, but I place my hand in the middle of his chest and stop him from moving closer.

“Want something, Mav?” I tease.

“I want everything,” he rasps as I skim my fingers along his stomach.

I rub my hand along the bulge at the front of his jeans before slowly and carefully sliding the zipper down.

I tug his pants down until his erection juts forward, and then I wrap my fingers around him. He tips his head back and shudders at the contact. He’s big and hard in my hand, and watching him stand here like this at my mercy turns me on. I give his cock a few strokes, and his mouth drops open on a gasp.

He’s so incredibly hot, and now he’s all mine.

His breath catches as I sink to my knees in front of him on the plush bedroom carpet. Slowly, I drag his jeans further down his thighs before pushing him onto the chair.

This moment is something I’ve thought about for months. I’ve daydreamed about pleasing him like this, and I want it to live up to all of his fantasies.

A low, broken groan escapes his lips when I draw the head of his cock into my mouth, and his hips rock forward, like he can’t bear the thought of losing contact. I take more of him in and let out a moan of my own. It vibrates around his shaft, and he clenches his jaw.

“Emmy,” he growls. “Oh, f*ck.”

That’s the only encouragement I need. I go slowly at first, enjoying every sound he makes as I taste and tease him. My hair falls across my forehead as I move, and he gently gathers it away from my face. I glance up at him, and our gazes lock. He traces his hand down my cheek as I slide my tongue along the length of him before dropping a kiss on the crown of his cock. It’s a pivotal moment, because that’s the second I witness all of the control he’s managed to hold on to for so long begin to unravel.