Still, I hesitated.
Throwing caution to the wind wasn’t really my style and even though I was half ready to do it, I could admit that my heart only half hoped it would turn into more, and that was only thanks to my brain who was trying to keep on top of this situation with the eagerness of a four-star general.
The truth was, if Will had been anyone else, there would be no question of what would happen next.
But he wasn’t just anyone and I couldn’t pretend he was. He was Will, the guy I’d always had a thing for even back when he was more gangly arms and legs than wide shoulders and six-pack abs. But if there was even a glimmer of hope that he was serious, which I still didn’t believe, didn’t I owe it to my teenage self and my grownup heart to at least try?
Yes. Yes, I did.
Decision made, I stared at my reflection in the mirror one final time and slowly peeled the dress off, tugging down the zipper at the side and hanging it on the back of the door. The black lace was shot through with silky red ribbons, and the half-corset made me feel sexy and exotic. Shoulders squared and spine straight, I pulled open the door just as Will called out. “Everything all right, Hope?”
A smile touched my lips at his concern. God, I really do love this man. There was a better than good chance that he would never love me back but tonight, that didn’t matter. Things were as close to perfect as they would ever be for us and I wanted the full memory, which included the way Will looked now, staring pensively at his tall glass filled with ice cream and alcohol. I hoped he was thinking about all the dirty thing he wanted to do to me. “Everything is great. How are you, Will?”
He looked up, gray eyes dark and intense, producing a shiver that started at the base of my spine and worked its way up. His look ignited tiny fires within my body, hardening my nipples even as a pool of heat settled low in my belly. My clit swelled and throbbed as his gaze skated over my body, leaving no part untouched by his searing gray eyes. “I’m a hell of a lot better than I was a few seconds ago.” He stood and nodded towards the lingerie. “One of your creations?”
“It’s a racier line I’m thinking about. What do you think?”
“I think,” he said and closed the gap between us, dropping his big capable hands onto my shoulders, “it’s gonna be on the floor in fifteen seconds.”
Hell. Yes. Please. His hands, slightly roughened, slid over my soft skin until every surface was electrified, ready to catch fire with just the smallest hint of oxygen. “Will,” I moaned when he took one finger and traced the line of my cleavage from one side to the other.
“You look gorgeous as hell, Hope.” I felt gorgeous with the way he looked at me and touched me, like I was something precious to him. Something cherished. Something desired.
I sucked in a breath as his eyes darkened to black, the way his nostrils flared in barely contained desire. “So you’re finally seeing me as a woman?”
He huffed out a harsh laugh. “Not in the habit of sleepin’ with men so I’m well aware that you’re all woman, babe.” He leaned in and let his tongue trace the same path as his finger. “But I can show you how much woman you are, if that’s what you want.”
It was. Oh, it was what I wanted. Badly. “I do.” More than anything. The heat in his eyes made my heart race so loud and so hard that I couldn’t hear the sweet, sexy words he whispered as his lips skittered across my overheated flesh. It was amazing. It was incredible.
It wasn’t enough.
I was at risk of falling at his feet, of falling even harder for him and for just a moment, I wanted Will at my feet for a change. “Tell me how.”
He blinked. “You want me to tell you?” I nodded and his lips kicked up into that sexy, lopsided grin that never failed to get a reaction out of me. “You want me to tell you how I’m gonna lap up all the sweet juices running from your pussy down your thighs right now? How I’m gonna lick and suck you until you grind against my face, fucking me with regard for nothing but your own pleasure, until you beg me to fuck you with my tongue?”
I sucked in a breath as his crude words and even more at the reaction they produced. My chest heaved, and my heart and pulse raced hard. My nipples beaded tightly and more liquid slid down my thighs. “Yeah, that.”
He grinned. “When I finally do fuck you with my tongue, Hope, you’re gonna come harder than you ever have.” There was a promise in his eyes that made me as fearful as I was excited.
I was in deep trouble and nothing in the world could make me turn away from that promise. “S-s-sounds good to me.”
His lips curled into a smug grin but he earned it so I let it slide. “Good.” Then I was in his arms and headed to the sofa where he laid me down gently and stood above me. Staring. “Open up for me, Hope. Let me see how wet you are for me.”
I teased him, feeling bold and brave and sexy. I closed my legs tight before slowly separating them to show off the big surprise. Will hissed out a breath, nearly choking on it as a satisfied smile crossed his face. “Can you see it, Will?”
He nodded, gaze dark and unfocused as he took in the swollen, glistening pink lips of my sex. “Fucking crotchless.” He dropped down to his knees and pressed a soft kiss to my swollen lips that pulled a low cry from me. “You’re constantly surprising me, babe.”
Hearing Will call me babe was almost as delicious as the feel of his lips on my body. Almost. His tongue, flat and wide, produced the perfect amount of friction, making me cry and groan and squeal and roar my pleasure into the quiet cottage. I ground against him, just as he predicted. “Will,” I groaned as his tongue hooked around my clit. I arched into him, grabbing a handful of his hair.
He kept licking, kept sucking, using only his mouth as his hands kept me wide open for him. His tongue traced the path around my opening again and again without giving me the relief I needed, even as I greedily ground against him. Just as he promised. He laughed, the sound vibrating through every part of me.
“Please,” I cried in frustration, using the hand tangled in his hair to bring him closer as I ground my slick heat all around his mouth and his nose. “Oh fuck me, yes! Will, yes!”
He laughed. Actually laughed against me but, to his credit, his tongue never stopped moving and my body was eternally grateful as it neared orgasm.
Since he didn’t mind and I was more turned on than I’d ever been, I went for it, grabbing more of his hair and grinding harder against him, taking exactly what my body was craving until I felt his hot, wet tongue slip inside of me. The sensation was wicked. Hot. Irresistible. I couldn’t get enough, holding him close and grinding harder and harder until sparks flew behind my eyes, until my skin grew so hot, I thought it might catch flame.
And then I was flying high into the atmosphere, looking down on the image Will and I made, his honey-brown skin against my pale skin, a vision as intoxicating as the man himself. My body froze for a long time, at least a millenia, as pleasure coursed through my veins and shot out of every pore of my body, before the violent convulsions took over.
Will didn’t seem to mind. The closer I was, the harder he licked and sucked before his teeth scraped against the swollen nub of my clit, and that was it—wave upon wave of pleasure swamped me until I was boneless. Exhausted. Sated. Breathless. “That was … the best.”
“Hot, you mean.” He chuckled as he kissed his way up my body. “The way you took control, fucking my face, was hot as hell.”
She grinned. “You think?” He nodded and smacked a kiss on one nipple and then the other.
“Hell yeah. Next time, I’m gonna let you ride my face and leave your juices all over my face. See how I like that.” His words sent a shiver through me.
“I think I like the sound of that.” I smiled at him and Will leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “But what I really need to know, Will, is did you like it too?”
Will
Did I like it? Was the woman out of her mind? I nearly busted a nut right in my pants when she grabbed my hair hard enough to make my e
yes water, grinding hard against my face, taking her pleasure. It was a damn sight to behold, and even better knowing I was the reason she’d been so out of her mind with desire.
Instead of answering, I stood from the sofa and released my cock quickly, shoving my boxers and pants to the ground. “What do you think?”
She reached out for me, no longer shy but still a little hesitant, as her hand wrapped around my cock. She stroked it slowly at first, green eyes looking to me for confirmation that it was all right, that it felt good.
I nodded.
“I think your cock is hard but I’m still not sure if you liked it. Tasting me, I mean.” She stuck her tongue out and slid it across the slit of my cock before the tip dipped inside and yanked a groan from me.
“Fuck.”
“Now that you liked,” she said with a satisfied grin.
I cocked a brow and Hope laughed, a deep husky sound that had my cock twitching between us. “I love eating your pussy, Hope. It turned me on so bad, I nearly lost my shit at least twice. And—” Her mouth cut off any other words I’d planned to say, slowly working my length with a careful gentleness that I found endearing. She tasted every inch of my cock, leaving a trail of heat that cooled the wetness from her mouth on my skin.
She took me deeper and deeper, carefully paying attention to my every sound and every movement, giving me everything I needed to lose my mind. Every time she took me deep, Hope’s tongue slicked across my balls and she used enough tongue, enough of those plump wet lips to make me want to fuck her pretty little mouth hard and fast until I dripped down her throat. “Hope, oh fuck!”
“Yeah?” She spoke the words around my cock, ending the question with a swallow that bucked my knees. I felt her smile around me and then moan when my cock grew in her mouth. She let out another moan and I lost it, the vibrations pulling me deeper and deeper, sending my cock surging down her throat in several rough strokes. “Will,” she moaned breathlessly when her mouth was free. “I’m so—”
It was my turn to cut her off, dropping onto the sofa and pulling Hope onto my lap so she dripped down over my straining cock. “Put me inside, Hope.”
I couldn’t look away from the sight of her delicate hand gripping my cock, the intensity in her eyes as she watched our bodies slowly join, inch by inch until I disappeared into her body. Hope rode me hard and fast, head tossed back with her tits barely an inch from my mouth. Rough and ragged words ripped from her sweet mouth. “Oh, Will. I’m … oh … fuck!” She sat up and took my mouth, licking my lips and sucking my tongue as she rode my cock, fisting it as another orgasm began.
She pulsed and squeezed around me, making it hard to focus on her pleasure, but I was determined. Grabbing her hips, I held her a little higher above me and let my hips piston into her, hard and fast, mindless and out of control. Her orgasm began and went on and on, lasting well beyond the shivers that shook my own body. “Hope,” I grunted as her pussy pumped every drop of pleasure from my body.
“Oh, Will. Yes. No. Yes. Oh yes!” She shook and shivered as another orgasm started, this one causing such tiny barely visible shakes that curled her toes. She never looked more beautiful. Ever. Her hips continued to move, stealing every bit of pleasure she could from this encounter. “My goodness, Will.”
Before I could agree, Hope’s mouth was on mine, the kiss hard and intense as she sucked my tongue once again. Then she wrapped her arms around me in a hug that was greedy and tender at the same time. Little shivers still racked her body until she went limp in my arms.
Passed out from a powerful orgasm, our bodies still connected, I stayed there for a long time, just enjoying the feel of our bodies intertwined perfectly.
It was an intimacy I’d never experienced, being with a woman like this after sex, so vulnerable and trusting. I took her to my bed and laid her down, washing away all remnants of the fantastic sex we shared before curling up behind her and ignoring the way my cock nudged against her, ready for another round.
To my surprise, it was Hope who reached for me barely an hour later.
I returned the favor ninety minutes after that, and we continued on that way until the sun made it impossible to ignore that a new day had begun.
Our date was officially over.
But would it be repeated? That was the damn question.
Hope
“How about we order a pitcher of margaritas and I’ll walk you home tonight?” Will leaned in, a sexy smile on his face, his gray eyes dancing as his forefinger teased the sensitive flesh at my wrist.
“Are you trying to get me drunk, Mr. Landon?” Flirting with Will was fun. Over the past week or so, it had become my favorite pastime because he gave as good as he got, and nothing was too scandalous for the man. Our time together had been nothing short of amazing, with midday picnics when he didn’t have to work the day shift, and late-night dinners with me acting as his cocktail guinea pig. He sent texts to make me smile first thing in the morning and offered up a sexy goodnight message every single night.
“Do I need to get you drunk, Hope?” His tone was silky and deep, sending shivers throughout my body.
“You don’t need to but the last time sure was fun.” It was more than fun, so much so that I could feel the blush rising up my cheeks at the memory of how bold and brazen I’d been, but I embraced it because Will made being naughty a lot of fun.
“You don’t have to be drunk to do that, you know.”
“I know. But the dirtiest thoughts seem to come to me after a few cocktails. Or maybe it’s the bartender’s strong hand with the booze.”
The waiter we’d both forgotten about had cleared this throat to alert us to his continued presence. The recent Tulip High graduate looked less than amused. “So that’s a yes to the pitcher of margaritas, then?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “I’ll be back with your chips and salsa.”
“And stuffed jalapenos,” I called after him with a snicker that would probably mean he’d dump our chips on the floor before bringing them out.
“You’re crazy, you know that, right?”
I shrugged. “Those jalapenos are to die for. Totally worth the risk.” I could have said the same thing about the man before me, but I’d been careful not to think about it too much because I was unwilling to upset the fragile nature of whatever it was Will and I were doing together. Besides having fun.
Wasn’t fun enough? Why did it have to turn into more? Why did my stupid heart have to long for more when it wasn’t possible?
“Penny for your thoughts?”
I blinked Will’s handsome face into focus and smiled. “Just a penny? They’re worth far more than that. I promise.”
He choked on a breath and brought the glass of ice water to his lips just as a trio of troublemakers stopped at our table. Betty Kemp, Eddy Henderson, and Will’s mom Helen stood beside us. “I heard rumors,” Helen said, her tone pleased as punch, “but I had to see it for myself. My boy in a relationship. A real, honest-to-goodness relationship.”
No one but me seemed to notice the way Will stiffened at her repeated use of the “R” word. His thumb stopped moving over my wrist and though he didn’t yank it off, probably because that would cause more of a scene, he moved it swiftly enough to be noticed. “It’s just a meal,” I tried weakly.
Betty clapped excitedly. “I knew there was something going on with the two of you. I spotted you making eyes at each other at the Spring Fling.” I willed my skin not to flush at Betty’s words but even the thoughts of those heated looks had my body remembering in vivid detail. “Good for you, Will. You need a good woman to tame your wild ways. Hope, here, she won’t tame you too much ’cause she’s a wild child at heart.”
I didn’t know if I believed Betty’s words but I wanted to. I wanted to be a woman who could be wild on occasion, who could enjoy a fling without getting her heart involved. Stepped on. Broken.
Will withdrew further and further into himself and even Helen seemed oblivious. “Ladies, I’m sure you have me confused
with someone else. I’m not taming anyone.” Not that I was equipped with the skills to do such a thing, even if I had the inclination.
“Not for nothing, Hope. You’re lucky too,” Eddy added just in case there was any doubt. “Will is a good-looking boy and I’ll bet you’ll sleep well every night if you know what I’m saying. What I wouldn’t give to have that every night,” she said wistfully and with that thought, the women walked off, completely unaware of the havoc they’d just wreaked on our tenuous peace.
Will practically vibrated with tension, even with the women gone and safely on the other side of the restaurant. Tension radiated off his shoulders and he wiggled uncomfortably in his seat. He refused to look at me or touch me. “You okay?” It was a dumb question and I didn’t expect an honest answer.
At least on that, he didn’t disappoint. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“No reason,” I said with a quiet shrug because there was no point trying. The women had spooked Will, but they’d done something worse: reminded him of what I’d always known. Will only thought he wanted this, but deep in his heart, one woman would never be enough.
Will stared at me for a long moment like he wanted to say some thing, but no words ever came out. No explanations or anything else. Not one dang peep as we finished off a pitcher of margaritas and platter of salsa and chips. Nothing.
“Are you ready to order?” The waiter returned, hesitant after our earlier behavior but he didn’t need to be, those were different people with no worries. The couple at the table now was … well, we certainly weren’t a damn couple.
“Sure,” Will said easily.
“Just the check, please,” I said at the same time, not bothering to look guilty. What was the point of continuing this charade? We’d had half a dozen dates and they’d all been great. Incredible. Amazing even, but they were also fake. As phony as a two-dollar bill.
Will was pretending. No matter what he said or how hard he tried, Will didn’t want a relationship. At least not with me. And when he nodded his agreement and said, “The check is fine,” I knew he’d finally realized it too.
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