fan.”
He holds up a finger. “Okay, first of all, Doctor Who is sci-fi, not fantasy—and don’t you dare say ‘same thing’,” he rushes to add, practically reading my mind. “And secondly, how could you deprive yourself of so much wonderfulness?” He lets out a beleaguered sigh. “I’m not even going to ask if you’ve seen Star Wars…”
“I have seen Star Wars,” I tell him. “Or, at least, I saw one of them. Which was the one with the little kid and the guy with the red face?” I shake my head indifferently. “Whatever. It was complete crap—but don’t say I haven’t at least tried to watch fantasy shit.”
Will is clutching at his heart and looks as though he’s about to topple off his chair; I swear if I didn’t know better I’d think he was about to have a heart attack. “The Phantom Menace?” he chokes out incredulously. “Are you telling me you’ve based your disdain for an entire genre on your experience watching The Phantom Menace?”
“Is that what it’s called?” I ask with a shrug. “All I know is it was pretty shit.”
“Okay, I change my mind,” Will says, a little dazedly. “This was my biggest fear. And it’s just been realized. I can handle spiders now.”
18
Will
* * *
After dinner, we head straight back to the vineyard, making a direct beeline for the room we checked into earlier. We’re on each other the second we get inside; lips, hands, bodies—everything molding together in a desperate tangle.
I still can’t believe I’ve gone and fallen for someone whose only gateway into the world of sci-fi and fantasy has been The Phantom Menace, but I’ll shelve that thought for now and we’ll deal with it later. Right now I just want to concentrate on getting naked and into bed.
“You know, I love you as Sexy Suit Guy, but you seriously have no idea how fucking hot you are dressed all casual like this,” I say as I pull Spencer’s leather jacket from his shoulders and he lets it fall to the floor. I swear, when I saw Spencer leaning against his Porsche this morning, looking hot as hell in his jeans and leather jacket, it took every ounce of my willpower not to jump him right there in the street.
He grabs me around the waist and leans down to run his lips along my neck. “Maybe we should introduce Casual Fridays at the office?”
“Fuck no—I can barely keep my hands off you at work as it is.”
He lets out a rumble of laughter before shoving me back against the wall and crashing his lips against mine once again. My hands roam the hard planes of his back, underneath his t-shirt, until I finally grow frustrated and start yanking the fabric up over his head.
My sweater disappears as well, and then our shoes and jeans and briefs until we’re completely bare to each other.
We fall naked onto the bed, a tangled mess of limbs, roaming hands, seeking lips, and rutting erections. My body is practically fused on top of him, his legs sliding up to link around my thighs, pulling me in even closer as his hands cling to my waist, encouraging me to move against him. Not that I really need the encouragement…
My carefully crafted plans for tonight—the ones involving the restraints and other supplies I packed in my duffel—seem to be dissolving with every desperate kiss; but I don’t care. I don’t need props, or toys, or even commands right now. I just need him. I need to crawl inside his skin and live there forever, but since that’s not an option I’ll settle for being inside him and holding him as close as possible.
Everything about this is desperate and hungry and intense; it’s like with every touch, every kiss, every breath I can feel him deeper inside my bones. It’s never been like this with anyone else. Ever. And I doubt it ever will be again.
Honestly, I never even want to find out…
“Will,” Spencer gasps out breathlessly, “please…”
I kiss him again. “I know, baby, I know…”
I blindly reach out across the bed and grab the bottle of lube I thankfully had the foresight to set on the nightstand when I was unpacking my toiletries earlier. Fumbling with it in one hand, I finally manage to slick up two of my fingers, sliding my hand beneath our bodies and pushing my fingers inside Spencer. He lifts his ass off the mattress a little to give me more room as I stretch