He laughs again. ‘I can show you, if you like.’
Chapter Forty-Five
SAM
Day Thirteen
‘Do I look okay?’ I ask. I tug at my pleated white polo shirt, brushing imaginary fluff from my black chino shorts. Last night was everything. We fucked, and it took all my will power not to go for another round this morning.
But instead, we simply laid together the whole day, sunlight streaming through, the sounds of the coffee shop rising from below. It was everything we needed.
Now, early evening, we’re getting ready, because Will sprung on me a dinner date with Lydia.
‘Amazing,’ Will says, looking me up and down. ‘Better if you were in the buff, though.’
Sat on the end of the bed, Will reaches out for me. I join him, standing in between his legs, looking down on him.
‘You let me get all dressed up and now you want me naked?’ I ask. ‘You wasted my time, mister?’
‘We still have time.’ Will’s hands rise, cupping my bum.
‘You’re at the perfect height.’
Will’s eyes flicker to my waist, then back up again.
‘We better go,’ he says. ‘Otherwise I’ll do something I shouldn’t.’
‘Like what?’
Will leans back, and I see the bulge in his shorts.
‘You know what you’re doing to me,’ I growl.
‘Do I?’ he asks, spreading his legs even further.
‘In those shorts?’
Will wears a T-shirt that stretches against his broad chest, so that I can see the indentations of his nipples in the fabric. But it’s his shorts that catch my eye. Hugging his thick thighs, his hairs curled around the fabric.
‘VPL.’
‘I think you got Lisa Vanderpump’s initials in the wrong order,’ Will jokes.
‘Visible penis line.’ I point at his shorts, as if he needs to be told where that visible line might be.
Will leans back on his elbows. ‘What of it?’
‘It’s kind of hard to ignore,’ I say.
‘Sorry about that.’
I groan, my eyes moving back to his. ‘Come on, Will. We’ve got to get out of here.’
‘Shame,’ Will says, and he brings my hand to his face, placing my finger in his mouth. His teeth graze my skin as he pulls back, letting my finger brush over his lips, down his chin.
I place my hands on his shoulders, pushing him onto the bed. I climb on top of him, my legs either side of his chest, before lowering my lips to his. He lifts my shirt from my chest, my tanned torso on display. I remove his T-shirt, kissing his neck, his nipples, his stomach.
Then, his fingers touch my shorts, and he looks at me.
