Unbreakable(73)

I move faster, drawing him in deeper, and soon he’s pumping his hips to match the rhythm of my mouth. The cords of muscle in his neck stand out as he tips his head back and draws in shaky, shallow breaths.

“Suck me,” he begs. “Suck me, sweet girl.” His eyes are nothing but a haze of lust, and he groans with every single frenzied stroke I make. I’m so turned on watching him that the ache between my thighs becomes almost unbearable.

“Oh, f*ck,” he rasps. “Em, I’m gonna come.” He rocks his hips to meet my mouth a few more times before he lets go, gasping my name. The look on his face is a heady mix of pleasure and bliss when I don’t pull away.

A moment later, I raise my head and brush my fingers across my lips as he sags against the back of the chair. He pulls me onto his lap and presses a gentle kiss to my temple.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

I cuddle into his arms. “Do what?” I ask innocently. “The sucking or the swallowing?”

He presses his face into my shoulder, and I feel him shaking with laughter. “And here I thought we were having a sweet moment.”

I smile and run my hand through his dark blonde hair. “Aren’t we?”

“I mean it, sweetheart,” he says seriously, meeting my eyes. “You didn’t have to finish—”

I place my finger against his lips. “I’ve never done that for any guy before, but I wanted to for you.”

Will slips his fingers beneath the edge of my undies, where he finds me hot and slick with need. He makes a low, growly noise in his throat, and the teasing quickly evaporates from our conversation. My eyelids flutter closed at his gentle touch. His fingers tease me, and I sag against him.

“Em.” His voice is soft and low. “Doing that turned you on that much?”

“Doing that to you turned me on that much.”

He doesn’t reply and kisses me instead. Long, drugging, passionate kisses that leave me weak and wanting. He slides two fingers inside of me and strokes me deep and slow.

“Oh my God,” I pant as the pad of his thumb finds my clit.

“You made me feel so good, honey,” he says, pressing a kiss against the shell of my ear. “Tell me what you need.”

He actually expects me to talk? I can barely form a thought while at the mercy of his skilled hands.

“More,” I beg, burying my face in his chest. He’s still cradling me on his lap, and though the position is awkward, the angle makes everything that much more intense. “Please, just more.”

“We’re gonna burn up those sheets every chance we get,” he says, running a hand through my hair. He lifts me away from his chest and looks into my eyes. “I want to do everything with you, Em.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and let my legs fall open wider. It’s shameless, and I don’t care. His gaze drops down between my thighs, and he makes an appreciative noise. It’s then that I realize how safe I feel with him. I don’t feel embarrassed or ashamed at what I need because I know he wants me to be happy.

“Will.” His name is a breathless plea on my lips as he works me over with his fingers.

“Never gonna get tired of hearing you say my name like that,” he murmurs, stroking me deep. “Never.”

I bite down on my lower lip and buck my hips, thrusting fast and hard against his fingers until I’m completely mindless with desire.

“That’s it.” His voice is low and encouraging. “Take what you need, honey. Take it all.”

He grasps the back of my head and kisses me, but I’m too lost in my own pleasure to kiss him back properly. I end up uttering tiny cries into his mouth. His erection presses against my thigh, and knowing he’s getting off on this too tips me right over the edge.

Desire pools low in my belly, creating a delicious warmth that spreads quickly throughout my body. His name is a chant on my lips as I come apart, contracting hard around his fingers. The pleasure goes on and on, rolling through my body like an endless wave. Moments later, I collapse against him, breathing hard.

He wraps his arms around me and rests his cheek against the top of my head.

“You’re a dream come true,” he says a minute later, tipping my face up and looking into my eyes. “My dream come true.”

I’ve never seen that kind of deep emotion reflected back at me from a man’s eyes before. I realize right then that I’m in love with him. Crazy, head-over-heels in love.

“And you’re mine,” I say softly. “Just think, all of this would never have happened if you hadn’t kissed me in the rain.”

“I’m going to kiss you in the rain every chance I get,” he says huskily.

“Is that a promise?”

Will crosses his heart with his finger, and I smile. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’”

“Hearing you cry my name out like that…” He leans his forehead against mine. “Em, I’ve laid in this bedroom for over a year dreaming about that. And now you’re here with me. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

As sweet as it is to hear this—especially because I’m nowhere close to being perfect—a thought I don’t want to entertain enters my head. Has he brought any other women here to his home? Into this bedroom? I shouldn’t be jealous. I have absolutely no right to be, because we weren’t together. But a very selfish part of me—a very imperfect part—hopes that he saved his hookups for the road.