the inside of her cheek to keep the sudden onslaught of emotion at bay. Looking past his shoulder at the ceiling, she inhaled a deep breath and blinked about a million times before she could speak.
“You’re the worst, Will Holt.” How often had she said that in her head or out loud? A million? Two? But this time, she could finally admit that she had never really meant it. “How dare you make me tear up while we’re both naked?”
Here’s where she would have expected another teasing remark, a smart comment, or something else to lessen the emotion of the moment. Instead, he leaned down and kissed her, his strong lips demanding and gentle at the same time, pushing her toward the edge of losing-her-mind need. She reached up and cupped the back of his head, intertwining her fingers in his hair, matching him move for move as the kiss deepened and he rolled them so she was on top again.
His hands were everywhere on her, skimming down her sides and then coming back up to her breasts. Touching and teasing, he whipped up every sensation from damn-that-feels-good to oh-my-take-me-now. By the time he added his hot mouth to the mix, letting his tongue lap at her nipple in a slow, torturous motion before grazing his teeth over the hard bud was almost too much to take and yet she still wanted more. She wanted all of it—all of him.
Pulling back, she slid her body down his, kissing her way from his shoulders, over the hard lines of his abs, and following the light-brown line of hair to his hard cock. Watching his face, she traced her tongue around the swollen head and then took him deep inside her mouth as he fisted the bedsheets in his large hands.
“Hadley,” he called out, his voice strained.
She stilled her movements but kept her fingers wrapped around his girth. “Did you want me to stop?”
His jaw squared. “Fuck no.”
“Glad to see we can actually agree on a lot of things.” She kissed the tip. “Like that.” She sucked him in, taking him in until he hit the back of her throat again and again and again. “And that.”
He was so hard in her hand, smooth, warm iron, as she stroked up and down. God, it felt good to see him like this, his eyes closed from the pleasure of it all, the fight he was obviously waging not to come in her hand as she kissed and licked and sucked him. There was a sense of power in it all and a special joy from giving this kind of pleasure to someone she loved.
The realization hit hard right there in that moment, and she pulled back, jolted by the shock of it.
“Are you okay?” Will asked, concern thick in his voice. “We can stop.”
That was the last thing she wanted. What she needed was for this to go on forever. All of it. Him. Her. Them together.
She was so wet and aching for him that even a second more of this was going to drive her over the edge into insanity. “I need you inside me.”
He tensed. “I don’t have any more condoms.”
“I’m on the pill.” No condom wasn’t usually something she did, but with Will, things were different.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his tone carefully neutral.
As if either of them could deny how much they both wanted this right now. “Have you been tested lately?”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “I’m clear.”
“Me too.”
He kissed her, rolling them over so she was underneath him again and then pulled back, looking down at her as if he were seeing her for the very first time. “What is it about you that makes this so fucking perfect?”
“The fact that I’m not.” The words that she would have fought to her last breath to never utter out loud came freely, and it was like the last of that weight she’d been carrying since her dad’s suicide melted away.
Will dipped his head and gave her another kiss. “Neither am I.” He slid into her, filling her completely. “Damn, Hadley. I just—”
Whatever he was going to say next was lost to his sharp intake of breath when he started to move. That was okay; it wasn’t like her brain was processing anything but the feel of him as he withdrew and thrust forward, each stroke taking her higher. Later, they’d have all the time in the world to talk. Tonight was for showing herself that everything had changed—she’d changed—and there was