This moment is something I’ve thought about for months. I’ve daydreamed about pleasing him like this, and I want it to live up to all of his fantasies.
A low, broken groan escapes his lips when I draw the head of his cock into my mouth, and his hips rock forward, like he can’t bear the thought of losing contact. I take more of him in and let out a moan of my own. It vibrates around his shaft, and he clenches his jaw.
“Emmy,” he growls. “Oh, fuck.”
That’s the only encouragement I need. I go slowly at first, enjoying every sound he makes as I taste and tease him. My hair falls across my forehead as I move, and he gently gathers it away from my face. I glance up at him, and our gazes lock. He traces his hand down my cheek as I slide my tongue along the length of him before dropping a kiss on the crown of his cock. It’s a pivotal moment, because that’s the second I witness all of the control he’s managed to hold on to for so long begin to unravel.
I move faster, drawing him in deeper, and soon he’s pumping his hips to match the rhythm of my mouth. The cords of muscle in his neck stand out as he tips his head back and draws in shaky, shallow breaths.
“Suck me,” he begs. “Suck me, sweet girl.” His eyes are nothing but a haze of lust, and he groans with every single frenzied stroke I make. I’m so turned on watching him that the ache between my thighs becomes almost unbearable.
“Oh, fuck,” he rasps. “Em, I’m gonna come.” He rocks his hips to meet my mouth a few more times before he lets go, gasping my name. The look on his face is a heady mix of pleasure and bliss when I don’t pull away.
A moment later, I raise my head and brush my fingers across my lips as he sags against the back of the chair. He pulls me onto his lap and presses a gentle kiss to my temple.
“You didn’t have to do that, you know.”
I cuddle into his arms. “Do what?” I ask innocently. “The sucking or the swallowing?”
He presses his face into my shoulder, and I feel him shaking with laughter. “And here I thought we were having a sweet moment.”
I smile and run my hand through his dark blonde hair. “Aren’t we?”
“I mean it, sweetheart,” he says seriously, meeting my eyes. “You didn’t have to finish—”
I place my finger against his lips. “I’ve never done that for any guy before, but I wanted to for you.”
Will slips his fingers beneath the edge of my undies, where he finds me hot and slick with need. He makes a low, growly noise in his throat, and the teasing quickly evaporates from our conversation. My eyelids flutter closed at his gentle touch. His fingers tease me, and I sag against him.
“Em.” His voice is soft and low. “Doing that turned you on that much?”
“Doing that to you turned me on that much.”
He doesn’t reply and kisses me instead. Long, drugging, passionate kisses that leave me weak and wanting. He slides two fingers inside of me and strokes me deep and slow.
“Oh my God,” I pant as the pad of his thumb finds my clit.
“You made me feel so good, honey,” he says, pressing a kiss against the shell of my ear. “Tell me what you need.”
He actually expects me to talk? I can barely form a thought while at the mercy of his skilled hands.
“More,” I beg, burying my face in his chest. He’s still cradling me on his lap, and though the position is awkward, the angle makes everything that much more intense. “Please, just more.”
“We’re gonna burn up those sheets every chance we get,” he says, running a hand through my hair. He lifts me away from his chest and looks into my eyes. “I want to do everything with you, Em.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and let my legs fall open wider. It’s shameless, and I don’t care. His gaze drops down between my thighs, and he makes an appreciative noise. It’s then that I realize how safe I feel with him. I don’t feel embarrassed or ashamed at what I need because I know he wants me to be happy.
“Will.” His name is a breathless plea on my lips as he works me over with his fingers.
“Never gonna get tired of hearing you say my name like that,” he murmurs, stroking me deep. “Never.”
I bite down on my lower lip and buck my hips, thrusting fast and hard against his fingers until I’m completely mindless with desire.
“That’s it.” His voice is low and encouraging. “Take what you need, honey. Take it all.”
He grasps the back of my head and kisses me, but I’m too lost in my own pleasure to kiss him back properly. I end up uttering tiny cries into his mouth. His erection presses against my thigh, and knowing he’s getting off on this too tips me right over the edge.
Desire pools low in my belly, creating a delicious warmth that spreads quickly throughout my body. His name is a chant on my lips as I come apart, contracting hard around his fingers. The pleasure goes on and on, rolling through my body like an endless wave. Moments later, I collapse against him, breathing hard.
He wraps his arms around me and rests his cheek against the top of my head.
“You’re a dream come true,” he says a minute later, tipping my face up and looking into my eyes. “My dream come true.”
I’ve never seen that kind of deep emotion reflected back at me from a man’s eyes before. I realize right then that I’m in love with him. Crazy, head-over-heels in love.
“And you’re mine,” I say softly. “Just think, all of this would never have happened if you hadn’t kissed me in the rain.”
“I’m going to kiss you in the rain every chance I get,” he says huskily.
“Is that a promise?”
Will crosses his heart with his finger, and I smile. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’”
“Hearing you cry my name out like that…” He leans his forehead against mine. “Em, I’ve laid in this bedroom for over a year dreaming about that. And now you’re here with me. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
As sweet as it is to hear this—especially because I’m nowhere close to being perfect—a thought I don’t want to entertain enters my head. Has he brought any other women here to his home? Into this bedroom? I shouldn’t be jealous. I have absolutely no right to be, because we weren’t together. But a very selfish part of me—a very imperfect part—hopes that he saved his hookups for the road.
“Hey,” he whispers. “Where’d you go, Sunshine? Come back to me.”
“Have you ever brought any women here?”
To my surprise, he smiles. “Why do you ask? Are you jealous, little Emmy?”
“Yes,” I mumble, embarrassed. “And it’s really stupid, because I have no right to be jealous. I was just selfishly hoping there haven’t been any other girls screaming your name out in ecstasy in this room.”
“I’ve never brought anyone back here,” he said, dropping a soft kiss on my shoulder. “You’re the first woman to christen this room with her screams, don’t worry.”
This makes me ridiculously happy. “Can I be the last?”
Oh, wow.
Presumptuous much, Emmy?
I snap my mouth closed. Seriously, why don’t I just get down on one knee and propose?
“Fucking right,” he growls. “I’m never letting you go, baby. You’ve got me for life.”
“Now who’s perfect?” I ask with a smile. “You’re such a heartbreaker.”
He shakes his head. “No. Your heart will always be safe with me, Em. I promise you that.”
It’s such a simple thing to say, but it makes me extremely emotional because I know he’s sincere. It’s in his every look, every kiss, and every touch.
I want to be with him. Really be with him, and I don’t want to wait another second.
“Take me to bed.” I plant kisses all over his face. “Right now. I need to be with you.”
Will carries me over to the bed and gently leans me back against the pillows. In a blink, he removes my bra and panties, then he sits back and runs his hands down along my thighs.
“You’re beautiful,” h
e says, his voice rough. “I can’t stop looking at you, and I never want to stop touching you.”
My cheeks burn at his sweet words. He’s the one who’s beautiful—his body is practically a work of art. But there’s no doubt that I feel beautiful when he looks at me like he’s doing now.
“Please tell me you have condoms,” I murmur. If he hasn’t brought anyone home before, we might be back in the same situation we were in that night at the cottage.
He reaches over and pulls a box from his nightstand. “This is the box you bought. It was in my suitcase.”
I sigh with relief. “Good, because you were running out to get some right now if you weren’t packing.”
He laughs and tears open a packet. “Don’t I know it,” he says unrolling it down over his length. He turns around to face me, and just like the first time, gives his cock a few strokes. My tummy does a happy little flip as I watch him. God, he’s so incredibly sexy.
Will covers my body with his and props himself up with his elbows. “I’ve waited years to get you into my bed. Hell, I still can’t believe you’re here with me.”
He looks down and strokes my cheek, and I shiver at his touch. Now that he’s free to express how he feels, his eyes say more than his words ever could. They’re bright and expressive, and raw emotion burns deeply there.
He settles between my thighs, and I wrap my arms around his back. “I never stopped thinking about our night together, Will. About how you made me feel. I think that’s why I was so confused.”
He brushes a hand over my hair. “What do you mean?”
“Because even though you kept telling me that it was just sex, and it was only a hookup, I felt like you made love to me. I’ve never felt closer to anyone during sex than I did with you that night. Ever.”
“I did make love to you,” he says, pressing his lips to my temple. “But I had to hold back. I don’t want to hold back anymore, Emmy. I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of you. It’s never going to be enough.”
He leans in to kiss me, and I can’t help but think the same thing. I’ll never get enough of him. When he pushes inside of me, this time there’s no nervousness. I’m slick and hot and more than ready for him. I wrap my legs around his waist and draw him even deeper inside of me. He responds with a low, sexy rumble.
I’m not sure that I’ve ever been happier than I am right at this moment, or more emotional. I’m making love with my best friend, and I feel complete.
“Em,” he murmurs against my ear.
He says my name like he’ll die if he doesn’t have me right here and now. A shudder rips through me, and I don’t bother to fight it.
He begins to move, thrusting into me deep and slow, and it’s even better than I remember. I drag my fingers along his biceps, tracing the firm muscles there before moving them down along his back. He makes a low, sexy noise deep in his throat as I scrape my nails lightly over his spine.
He cups my ass as he rocks into me over and over again. It’s so deep and intense that I lose my breath. My heart squeezes when I see the blissed-out look on his face.
“Can’t get enough,” he groans. “I need you so much.”
Things take a sudden turn when he opens his eyes and sees me watching him. He threads his hands through mine and pins them above my head. I blink as the corner of his mouth turns up in a naughty grin.
“At my mercy now.” He grazes my shoulder gently with his teeth, before placing a soft kiss there.
“You never struck me as the dominant type.” I gasp. He thrusts deeply, and I toss my head back with pleasure. “O-ohh!”
He buries his face in my hair and chuckles. “What can I say? I like you spread out underneath me like this.” He makes a low sound of approval as his gaze drops to my breasts, which bounce every time he thrusts.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Em. Look at those sweet pink nipples. Goddamn.”
It’s not exactly dirty talk, but it still has a big effect on me. Heat slides low in my belly and settles between my legs. I reach down between our bodies and rub my clit in desperation. He feels so good inside of me, and I’m aching with the need to come.
“Will,” I beg. “Faster, please.”
Will props himself up higher on his elbows and watches me touch myself as I slowly slide toward my release. My whimpers turn to small cries of pleasure as he fucks me hard and fast.
“Keep touching yourself,” he whispers, his eyes hot as they meet mine. “I’ll get you there, baby.”
I’m nearly sobbing with need. “I’m so close.”
“Let go, sweetheart. Let it all go.”
The sexy rumble of his voice, low and soft in my ear, sends me flying over the edge. My stomach clenches hard, and I cry out as I come apart, completely shattering beneath him. His big hand moves between my legs and takes over, rubbing my clit in tiny circles while I ride out the orgasm. I keep coming back and catching waves of pleasure that eventually make me scream.
He bites off a gasp and drives into me over and over again, causing the bed to creak beneath us. I hold him close to me as he chases his own orgasm. He gives one final thrust and calls out my name as he comes.
Will slowly sinks down on top of me, and the weight of his body gives me comfort.
When he finally lifts himself up, he toys with the ends of my hair and smiles down at me.
“You look so happy,” I tell him. “Really happy.”
“I think it’s safe to say that I’ve never been happier in my whole damn life than I am right now.”
He studies me for a moment. “It’s probably way too soon to tell you this, but I don’t care. I love you, Emmy. I’ve loved you for so long. You’re everything to me.”
Tears spill down over my cheeks, but I don’t move to brush them away. I remember him telling me during our first time that I was everything. It was sweet then, but it’s even sweeter now that I know exactly what he meant that night.
“It’s not too soon,” I say, shaking my head. “I love you too, Will. I’m crazy in love with you.”
He grins. “Yeah?”
I wipe away my happy tears and let out a laugh. “Yeah, I am.”
He hugs me fiercely and rolls onto his back, taking me with him.
“Ooh. I think I’ll like being on top,” I tease, placing a kiss against his chest.
“I think I’ll like you being on top, too.”
I lay my head against his chest and listen to the beating of his heart.
“You know, I didn’t think I’d ever feel whole again after my parents died,” he confesses. “But I do, and that’s all because of you.”
I sit up and brush back more tears, because I know how much he went through when he lost his Mom and Dad. I’m so incredibly honored by those words, and I’ll do whatever I have to do to protect his heart with everything I have. I want to spend my days making him happy and my nights making love to him.
“If it weren’t for your advice and support, I’d still be in New York, desperately unhappy and trying to be something I’m not,” I tell him. “Instead, I’m doing what I love, and I’m right here in Toronto with you.”
“That’s right where you’re supposed to be, Em.”
“It is. For as long as you’ll have me,” I say, kissing him.
He smiles and returns my kiss. “Is forever long enough?”
“Forever sounds perfect to me.”
When it comes to Will Maverick, I’ll take forever and a day.
Epilogue
Valentine’s Day
Will places his hands at the top of the doorframe and leans into my bedroom. He gives me a wink, and it still makes my stomach all fluttery. Will’s the kind of guy who doesn’t realize how good looking he actually is. That makes me love him even more.
“Hey, Sunshine. How much longer will you be hard at work? I’ve got special Valentine’s Day plans for my girl.”
His girl. I love when he calls me that.
I smile at him before turning around to carefully apply
the final coat of mascara to Violet’s false eyelashes. “Just a few more minutes, I promise.”
Violet graciously agreed to let me film her for an upcoming video on my channel that focuses on creating a sexy, yet casual nighttime look.
Tonight, we’re just doing a quick run through, but I think this is the one I want to film for my video this weekend.
I’ve styled her usually stick-straight blonde locks into a pile of loose waves that cascade down her back and over her shoulders.
For her makeup, I applied my favorite foundation, Diorskin Airflash Spray by Dior, then used the Urban Decay eyeshadow palette, Naked Smoky, to give her perfect, dramatic smoky eyes. I pulled her overall look together by applying Goddess 202 lipstick by Marc Jacobs. And let me tell you, it’s fitting because she totally looks like a goddess right now.
Peyton spent time earlier today putting together Vi’s outfit: a beautiful blue cashmere sweater, skinny dark-washed blue jeans, and knee-high black boots. She insisted that we didn’t do anything too far out of her comfort zone.
“Damn, you look great, Violet,” Will says as I spritz her face with my favorite makeup setting spray. “Maybe your derby name should be Vixen, eh?”
He grins at her, and I watch in amusement as her cheeks turn pink from his compliment.
“Well, it’s all thanks to your girlfriend’s awesome makeup wizardry. She’s great at this stuff.”
“And good genes,” Peyton says, nudging her. “It helps when you have such a great canvas to work with.”
“Absolutely,” I agree. “You’ve got the most beautiful skin. I’m so jealous.” I turn to glance at Will. “Maybe her derby name should be Heartbreaker.”
Violet snorts. “You guys are sweet, but Derby names are a little more creative than that. And Vixen and Heartbreaker don’t seem like suitable names for someone who doesn’t even have a date tonight.”
“Who doesn’t have a date?” Sully walks past my bedroom door and stops cold. “Holy shit. Violet?” His mouth drops open as his eyes sweep from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. “You look…”
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