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He tastes of wine and late nights that should never end. In that moment, I know I don’t want this night to end. I want to reach for the edges of the sky and wrap them around us, cocoon us in a blanket of stars and moonlight for as long as Will stays in it with me.
He pulls away, lips swollen and eyes glazed. “Hope.”
My name is a breath on his lips. I know what he’s asking, the choice he’s leaving up to me.
Sensation explodes across my body as his hand slides up and down my spine and this—
This is what I’ve been missing for two years. The feel of hands on my body and breath mixing with breath. The feel of doing something for the now and not thinking about what it will mean later.
I pull him flush against me. “Will, I want this. I know you’re leaving. I know this isn’t—”
He captures my mouth with his, and his urgency is met with an equal amount of softness.
We kiss, and every time my thoughts knock against my consciousness, his hand and his lips find a new way to pull me back. To keep mejust in my body. Just in this moment. His hand reaches under my shirt, and each fingertip is a lightning bolt on my bare skin.
He drags his mouth away from mine and alternates soft kisses along my jawline and down my neck with gentle nipping and scraping with his teeth. Every nerve ending ignites, shoots sparks of light and heat into places that I forgot.
A whimper escapes, and I feel his smile against my neck. “You’re not worried about my boss wondering where I went this time?”
“Nah. He’s a pushover, right?” I trace the line of Will’s shoulder, feeling the corded muscle underneath.
Will laughs, a low, quiet sound, and floats a kiss to the hollow of my throat. “Exactly. Lets me get away with whatever I want.”
“And what is it that you want, Will?”
His lips find mine again, and his hands reach for the hem of my shirt. We separate for only a moment. I answer the question in his eyes by lifting my arms. He grins and pulls my T-shirt off.
The heat of his attention on my skin burns away any thought besides those about him.
He swallows, eyes on mine, staring with open fascination. “God, Hope. Holy hell.”
The reverence in his words makes my blood heat. My hands tremble as I unbutton his shirt. He puts a hand on mine, and I feel the question in his touch, the concern. I touch my lips to his in answer.
His hands fall to his sides, letting me take charge, go at the pace I need to go. After the last button, I slip the shirt off his shoulders, letting my hands move across his skin, across his sculpted shoulders. He shivers, with cold or restraint.
I slide a trembling hand down his chest, along his stomach. His skin is smooth and stomach taut. He hisses as my hand comes to a stop above the button of his jeans. We lock eyes, and his nostrils flare at whatever expression he sees on my face.
His fingers trace the curve of my hip. A current of electricity surges beneath the surface of my skin. I haven’t felt this wholly in my body inyears, and the sensation is like waking up from a deep sleep. Even my toes tingle.
I draw back slightly, needing to catch my breath as much as I need to make this moment last. “All those rumors about you leaving—and not one about what a good kisser you are,” I tease. “I’m going to have to tell Annette. People need to know.”
He strokes a lazy line up the side of my body. “You wouldn’t.”
“I don’t know ... I feel inspired to tell—”
He pulls me back toward him, and his mouth captures mine as his arms wrap around me, holding me close, holding me like he never wants to let go. Holding me like nothing in the world could ever make him let go. I forget whatever I was going to say.
He sweeps me up without breaking our kiss and lays me down on the blanket. I’m peering up at the endless sky, seeing stars. Our bodies are touching in a thousand different spots, and still it’s not enough.
“Oh, God.” The words come out in a rush as my hips reach up toward his.
“Hope. We—”
I lift my mouth to meet his, swallowing hiswe. His hand slides open the button of my jeans and pulls them down. My thoughts vanish, and again, it’s just a thousand familiar and new sensations rippling through me. It’s just this. Him and me and the way our bodies just fit.
His mouth lowers down my body, licking and sucking as he goes. He finds the birthmark on my hip and traces a line with his tongue to my belly button and back up to my breasts. My back arches, needing more. Needing him.
He moans, and the vibration roars through me. My body temperature rises, pressure building in my core. It’s all I can do not to beg him for more.
