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Less than ten minutes later, after the most physically torturous car ride of his life, they were tumbling into his room in a tangle of kisses and caresses, wet clothes being pulled off and tossed in every direction. They didn't even make it to the bed; she leaned against the wall next to the door, pulling him with her, one hand relentlessly stroking him while the other was wrapped around his neck, tugging him closer. When she hooked one leg over his hip, he didn't hesitate, refusing to let his mind interfere with the demands of his body. Instead, he lifted her slightly against the wall, hooked one arm under the leg wrapped around his hip, and pushed into her.
They both exhaled loudly, and her breasts brushed against his chest, the hardened peaks creating an intoxicating friction. He bent to kiss and suckle her neck before lifting his lips to hers and kissing her roughly. She returned it in equal measure, and he finally pulled away to catch his breath and look at her as he began to thrust in and out of her. Her eyes were closed, but he wanted to see them, needed to see the deep green color that invaded his dreams.
“Elizabeth, look at me,” he said hoarsely. “Open your eyes.”
Instead she lowered her head, hiding behind the curtain of her wet hair, and raked her nails across the back of his neck before gripping his shoulders, making him suck in a breath and thrust into her harder.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice a little stronger now, but she still refused to meet his gaze.
Finally, he was able to grasp her chin and lift it so he could see her. Even then, she kept her eyes closed, her breathing coming faster and harder. He leaned forward to kiss her again.
“I love you,” he whispered against her lips, until he was repeating it in time with the increasing cadence of his thrusts.
She still didn’t open her eyes, and as he felt her body tensing, felt her muscles tightening on him, he moved away from her lips so he could watch her face. It was then that he saw a tear squeeze out from under each of her tightly closed eyelids, and the sight of them slowly tracking down her cheeks was his undoing.
“No, please don't cry, Lizzy, please don't—”
His voice was stifled by the feeling of her climaxing around him, and he clutched her leg tightly as he thrust once, and then again, before spilling inside of her. As soon as he was able, he moved his lips to her cheeks and kissed away her tears.
“Please don't cry, love, please don't cry,” he whispered, his voice breaking.
She didn't respond, only lowered her head to his chest. They were both breathing heavily, and he knew he should probably move, but he was loath to break their connection. She still wouldn't look at him, wouldn't raise her eyes to his.
When their breathing returned to normal, he released her leg and slowly pulled out of her. He pulled her away from the wall and toward him, and lowered his mouth to her shoulder, kissing her there gently, his arms encircling her, hands lightly stroking her back. His mind had reeled at the sight of her tears, and was now spinning with the implications of what had just happened.
* * *
Elizabeth layin bed next to Will, listening to his breathing, knowing by the sound of it that he was sleeping. After their urgent interlude against the wall, he’d led her to the bed. She could tell, as he pulled her down next to him, that he was expecting them to talk. But each time he tried to initiate any type of conversation, she would kiss him quiet, distracting him thoroughly. It worked; she’d effectively ended any possibility of verbal communication for quite a while, choosing to keep her mouth, and his, occupied with other tasks.
After they’d sated themselves for the second time, he’d attempted to talk to her again, but she’d held her fingers to his lips, shushing him and telling him to go to sleep, assuring him they would talk in the morning. It was probably the most she’d said to him since they left the parking lot; talking wasn’t why she was with him. Not at the moment.
What she’d wanted, desperately, was the feel of him wrapped around her, moving inside of her, his body fused with hers. She knew the moment she faced him in the parking lot that she would be in his bed before the night was over. Her bodycravedhis, and whether it was lust or love, or maybe a combination of both, she’d known she would give in to it. Even when he was on stage, singing thatfuckingsong, every nerve in her body had been standing at attention.
She’d drifted off to sleep for a little while, but now, with him sleeping soundly next to her, she admonished herself. She’d never been one to give in to impulses. In fact, she was always the one to think things through in painstaking detail, always weighing the pros and cons of every situation.How did I let myself end up here?
She quietly rose from the bed so as not to disturb him and got dressed in her damp clothes. As she stood at the door, she heard his voice echoing in her head, telling her he loved her, over and over. She turned to look at his beautiful face, barely visible in the low light of the room. Every feature had been committed to memory, every line of his body, the smell and taste of his skin…it was all there, permanently imprinted on her brain.
With one last, long glance, she swallowed back tears and let herself out.
* * *
“I thoughtwe’d have to send out a search party for you,” Marie said.
Elizabeth had walked the short distance from the inn to the house during the early hours of the morning, collapsed into bed for a few sleepless hours, and was now getting dressed after a very welcome hot shower.
“I'm sorry if you were worried,” she said.
“I have to be honest—I saw you in the parking lot. I went out to make sure you were okay, and it didn't look like you were disappointed to see him. You seemed to be getting along pretty well, actually.”
Elizabeth’s face warmed. “We were fine.”
“If you were fine, then why did you come walking in the door at five a.m.?”
“I really don't want to talk about this, okay?”
The truth was, shecouldn'ttalk about it, because she had no idea what to say, how to feel, or what to do. Her mind kept wandering to what Will must have thought when he woke up this morning, and she knew without question that it would only be a matter of time before he showed up here. If he was able to find her at that bar last night, he knew where she was staying. In hindsight, she should have stayed at the inn and dealt with him, and the situation she’d created, there. Having to deal with it here, with everyone around, was not going to be easy. Or private.
“Okay, I won't push it,” Marie said. “But bend my ear if you feel the need, okay?”
