“They’re bad feet.”
“They’re not. Feet are supposed to smell.”
“You smell.”
The cloud moves and my blouse opens itself and flies away.
“Do I just?”
“Yesss, you smell like a yummy tree.”
He sniffs. “A yummy tree?”
“Yes, nom nom nom.” I pretend I’m the Cookie Monster. “Me love cookie. Nom nom nom. I want to eat you.”
Will bursts into laughter. “The feeling is mutual, sweetheart.”
I try to bite him, but he’s not there.
“You need to open your eyes to eat.”
“They are open.”
He touches my face. “You’re cute as fuck when you’re drunk.”
“You’re cute as fuck.”
“And you’re worth every sacrifice in the world.”
“You are.” I take a deep breath and exhale, my cloud swallowing me. “You’re my Prince Charm—”
I wake the next day, my body hot, limbs heavy, my head pounding like ritual drums. At first, I think I’m in some hellish heaven, the room ethereal white, my eyes burning like a bitch.
“Am I dead?” I grumble.
Will mumbles, “I hope not.”
“Where am I?”
“In bed.”
“Who’s bed?”
“Bryce’s.”
“What?” I shoot up, blinking as my heart attacks my chest. “How—”
Will chuckles, his giant arms pulling me back to the mattress. “Relax. We’re in one of his suites.”
Groaning, I cover my face with my hands and bury my head into the crook of his neck. “What happened?”
“You enjoyed yourself.”
“How much?”
“A lot.”
“Oh my God! I can’t remember anything after ‘My Generation’.”
“Yep, that sounds about right.”
“How did I get here?”
“You flew.”
“What?” I can’t help but laugh, even though I have a strong feeling last night is not a laughing matter. “How embarrassing. I’m so sorry. Alexis and Bryce must think I’m…. I don’t even know what they must think.”
He rolls me onto my back, his finger teasing circles around my breasts. “They think you’re great.” He leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth before releasing it with a pop. “Just like I do.” His masterful hands massage my chest as he trails his lips down my stomach.
I close my eyes and squirm under the tickle of his beard. “I think you’re great too.”
“I know.”
Threading my fingers through his hair, I grip him tight when he nudges my clit. “And how do you know that?”
“Because you love me.”
I smile. “You love me too.”
“I do.”
He dips his tongue, and I squirm, my head turning to the side, my eyes catching sight of the alarm clock.
“Holy shit!” I clamp his head with my thighs. “It’s past one.”
“So?”
“So I have school tomorrow. It’s the first day of term two. I’ve got so much to do and prepare.”
“That reminds me, Carly said she needs me to drop by the office and fill in some paperwork for the job I did before Christmas, so do you want me to pick you up at the end of the day?”
“Oh. Sure.”
He tries to pry my legs apart, his voice stern. “Elizabeth.”
“But….” I groan, the digital display taunting me.
“Relax. You’ve got plenty of time.”
“But I don’t. I—” I yelp when his teeth graze my knee.
“Open. Your. Legs.”
Surrendering, I let my legs fall limp, and he flicks his tongue over my clit.
“Oh Goood!”
“Thought so.”
“Shut up and eat.” I peak an eye open to see his reaction; I’ve never said anything like that before.
Will cocks an eyebrow, slides his hands under my arse, and says, “Me love cookies,” before diving between my legs and growling like Cookie Monster.
I squeal and squirm, laughing. “What are you doing?”
“Repaying the favour.”
“What?”
“Never mind.”
Holding me firm, he laps a little slower. I grip his head and rock against his face, delighting in the bridge of his nose and the bristles on his chin. Soft, hard, rough, smooth.
He moans. “That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck my tongue.”
Will tilts my pelvis, angling me higher, grabs a pillow, and wedges it underneath my arse.
“What are you doi—?”
“Preparing my breakfast.”
I laugh. “You can’t say that.”
“Yes, I can.”
“No, you can’t. I’m not a meal.”
He stops, and I wait for him to say my name like he usually does, but he doesn’t. He just sucks his fingers slowly, then slides them inside me, pumping slow before speeding up, dipping to flick, suck, and nip my clit.
Heat surges to my head, stars bursting behind my closed eyes, and I cry out and arch my back, my core clenching as an orgasm rockets through me. Will holds me down as my core contracts, his lips firm over my clit.
“Ahhh,” he growls, eyes wide, before burying his face in my arousal.
He’s so wild and ravenous and easily the single most sexy thing I’ve ever seen.
Getting to his knees, nose and beard glistening, he licks his lips then slowly