face. “I wanna be the man who doesn’t let you down, the man who gives you your fairy tale.”
Unable to speak or think, I stand there with nothing but my racing pulse, a heavy throat, and a chest so tight I’m not sure if I’m breathing or not. I’ve never felt this… this alive and useless at the same time.
“Why, Will? Why me?”
His eyes crinkle, and he tilts my chin so that I’ve nowhere else to look but at him. “Because, from the moment I first saw you, I haven’t been able to unsee you. You’re there when you’re not, in my head and in my bed. You’re all I think about, Elizabeth. And that means something.” He gently rubs the pad of his thumb across my cheek. “So let me be that man for you. Let me give you your fairy tale.”
“You can’t.” I swallow, blinking back tears I don’t want him to see. “No one can.”
“Then let me at least try.”
Staring at his lips, I bite my own. Should I let him try? I want to. Really want to. Threading my fingers through his hair, I give in and pull his head down to mine, kissing him like I’ve never kissed a man before. Deep. Sincere. With purpose.
Will envelops me in his arms and lifts me from the ground, our mouths magnets as I wrap my legs around his waist and squeeze him tight, gently grinding against him for the need of friction I didn’t know I craved.
He tastes like Powerade and candy, and I’m finally ready for a sugar rush.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You keep doin’ that and I’ll blow where I’m standin’.”
Giggling around his tongue, my hands are feverish as I grab at his shoulders, face, and hair, desperate to taste, touch, and feel every part of him. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want him, here, now, against the wall or on the floor. It’s unlike me, but for the first time in my life, I simply don’t care.
“I’ll let you try, Will,” I say, panting as I pull away from him. “I’ll let you try to give me my fairy tale, but… we need to keep it between us, for now.”
Hesitation darkens his eyes. “You don’t want people to know?”
“Not yet.”
He pulls back a little. “Why? You ashamed of me?”
“No! Of course not.” I peck his perfect lips twice. “I just… I don’t want the pressure of other people knowing and sticking their heads in where they’re not needed. I want it to be us first. I want to get to know you, and you to know me. No interference. Does that make sense?”
He searches my face, his eyes settling on mine. “Us first, people later?”
“Yes.” My lip quivers. “If that’s okay with you.”
Letting out a surrendering sigh, he kisses the tip of my nose. “If that’s what it takes to earn your trust, then it’s okay with me.”
A wave of heat surges up my spine and bursts at my cheeks. “Good.” I grind my hips a little more. Hungry. Frenzied. A little messy. “So can we fuck now?”
He chokes. “Thought you’d never ask.”
Mashing my lips to his once again, I practically climb his body like a koala climbs a tree, his hands firm on my arse, his strides determined as he walks us to his room. My back hits his mattress moments later, and I shimmy out of my yoga pants and help him wrench my T-shirt over my head.
Will grunts, animal-like, his eyes wide as they rake my body. “Don’t let me break you, sweetheart.”
I unclip my bra. “I’m not as delicate as you think.”
Something sinister crosses his face, and he lowers his shorts, his cock springing free unapologetically.
This time, I grunt. “Shit! I take that back. Don’t break me.”
He drags his palm up and down his length, slow, purposeful, his smile lazy, then lowers to the bed and hovers over me. “Your fairy tale include my face between your legs?”
He licks my nipple, and pleasure shoots straight to my core.
“Y-Yes. Yes, it does.”
Will moans, licks, nips, and sucks my nipples some more then trails kisses down my stomach and around my bellybutton, his beard a delightful tickle. I squirm, but he holds me still before pressing his nose into the apex of my thighs and sucking in a deep breath.
I gasp and buck into him, desperately wanting more.
He growls, nudges me again and again, then wrenches my underwear aside and swipes his tongue across my skin, deliberately slow and precise.
“Oh God.”
He