Unbreakable(74)

“Hey,” he whispers. “Where’d you go, Sunshine? Come back to me.”

“Have you ever brought any women here?”

To my surprise, he smiles. “Why do you ask? Are you jealous, little Emmy?”

“Yes,” I mumble, embarrassed. “And it’s really stupid, because I have no right to be jealous. I was just selfishly hoping there haven’t been any other girls screaming your name out in ecstasy in this room.”

“I’ve never brought anyone back here,” he said, dropping a soft kiss on my shoulder. “You’re the first woman to christen this room with her screams, don’t worry.”

This makes me ridiculously happy. “Can I be the last?”

Oh, wow.

Presumptuous much, Emmy?

I snap my mouth closed. Seriously, why don’t I just get down on one knee and propose?

“Fucking right,” he growls. “I’m never letting you go, baby. You’ve got me for life.”

“Now who’s perfect?” I ask with a smile. “You’re such a heartbreaker.”

He shakes his head. “No. Your heart will always be safe with me, Em. I promise you that.”

It’s such a simple thing to say, but it makes me extremely emotional because I know he’s sincere. It’s in his every look, every kiss, and every touch.

I want to be with him. Really be with him, and I don’t want to wait another second.

“Take me to bed.” I plant kisses all over his face. “Right now. I need to be with you.”

Will carries me over to the bed and gently leans me back against the pillows. In a blink, he removes my bra and panties, then he sits back and runs his hands down along my thighs.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, his voice rough. “I can’t stop looking at you, and I never want to stop touching you.”

My cheeks burn at his sweet words. He’s the one who’s beautiful—his body is practically a work of art. But there’s no doubt that I feel beautiful when he looks at me like he’s doing now.

“Please tell me you have condoms,” I murmur. If he hasn’t brought anyone home before, we might be back in the same situation we were in that night at the cottage.

He reaches over and pulls a box from his nightstand. “This is the box you bought. It was in my suitcase.”

I sigh with relief. “Good, because you were running out to get some right now if you weren’t packing.”

He laughs and tears open a packet. “Don’t I know it,” he says unrolling it down over his length. He turns around to face me, and just like the first time, gives his cock a few strokes. My tummy does a happy little flip as I watch him. God, he’s so incredibly sexy.

Will covers my body with his and props himself up with his elbows. “I’ve waited years to get you into my bed. Hell, I still can’t believe you’re here with me.”

He looks down and strokes my cheek, and I shiver at his touch. Now that he’s free to express how he feels, his eyes say more than his words ever could. They’re bright and expressive, and raw emotion burns deeply there.

He settles between my thighs, and I wrap my arms around his back. “I never stopped thinking about our night together, Will. About how you made me feel. I think that’s why I was so confused.”

He brushes a hand over my hair. “What do you mean?”

“Because even though you kept telling me that it was just sex, and it was only a hookup, I felt like you made love to me. I’ve never felt closer to anyone during sex than I did with you that night. Ever.”

“I did make love to you,” he says, pressing his lips to my temple. “But I had to hold back. I don’t want to hold back anymore, Emmy. I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of you. It’s never going to be enough.”

He leans in to kiss me, and I can’t help but think the same thing. I’ll never get enough of him. When he pushes inside of me, this time there’s no nervousness. I’m slick and hot and more than ready for him. I wrap my legs around his waist and draw him even deeper inside of me. He responds with a low, sexy rumble.

I’m not sure that I’ve ever been happier than I am right at this moment, or more emotional. I’m making love with my best friend, and I feel complete.

“Em,” he murmurs against my ear.

He says my name like he’ll die if he doesn’t have me right here and now. A shudder rips through me, and I don’t bother to fight it.

He begins to move, thrusting into me deep and slow, and it’s even better than I remember. I drag my fingers along his biceps, tracing the firm muscles there before moving them down along his back. He makes a low, sexy noise deep in his throat as I scrape my nails lightly over his spine.

He cups my ass as he rocks into me over and over again. It’s so deep and intense that I lose my breath. My heart squeezes when I see the blissed-out look on his face.

“Can’t get enough,” he groans. “I need you so much.”

Things take a sudden turn when he opens his eyes and sees me watching him. He threads his hands through mine and pins them above my head. I blink as the corner of his mouth turns up in a naughty grin.

“At my mercy now.” He grazes my shoulder gently with his teeth, before placing a soft kiss there.

“You never struck me as the dominant type.” I gasp. He thrusts deeply, and I toss my head back with pleasure. “O-ohh!”