She swallowed and looked away. I pushed on. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to admit it. I plan to do it until you beg me for more.”
***
Paige
Will picked an excellent restaurant. Unfortunately, while delicious, the portions had also been tiny. We were both still hungry after we finished, but for some reason, instead of taking him up on the offer of ordering seconds, I said, “We can go back to my place, and I’ll whip us up something.”
I had no idea what had possessed me to say it. I was a shitty cook. I had ingredients for dinner, but truthfully, I never shared my cooking. With a cocky grin, Will had taken me up on my offer.
I wasn’t sure I was going to pull it off. Especially with him in my kitchen. I felt his presence, even though he wasn’t in my line of vision, and I had trouble concentrating on following the recipe, which meant the risk of this ending up tasting like dog food was higher than usual. Focus, Paige. Focus. I reread the last two steps. Goddamn. I’d done step two, but had forgotten about step one. I was nervous.
“Paige, you’re sure you don’t want me to take over?” Will asked for the millionth time. He’d been a great help chopping the vegetables, but I’d assured him I could do the actual cooking.
“Nope. I’m fine.”
“Just saying, that doesn’t smell like cinnamon.”
Oh, crap. I looked from the pan to the ingredients... and realized I’d forgotten the cinnamon. I turned to inspect the drawer to the left. It had to be there....
While I was searching through piles of useless stuff, several things happened at the same time. First, a foul smell assaulted my senses. Then Will crashed into the kitchen, just as I turned around to see the sauce spill over. Will removed it from the stove, but it was too late. It had already spilled.
“Crap, crap, crap,” I exclaimed. Then I realized Will was... shaking with laughter. I’d seen him laugh before, but never like this. He was laughing with his entire body, and I couldn’t help but join in. We cleaned the stove together, and as I washed the sponge, Will came up behind me. He set his hands on the edge of the sink, trapping me. Then I felt his lips tugging at my earlobe.
“Not much of a cook?”
“Nope.”
“Why didn’t you say so from the start? We could just order in.”
“I wanted to do something nice for you.” The admission felt intimate. I hadn’t had the urge to impress a man in years. Will’s hands were still grasping the counter, but his chest was pressing against my back and his lips were torturing that spot just below my ear.
“Aren’t you hungry?” I whispered.
“I’m starving. I’m starved for you, Paige.”
My body moved on instinct. I pushed my hips back, seeking as much contact as possible. When I felt his hard-on against my ass, I moaned. Heat shot straight between my thighs. Will moved one hand to my right hip. He kept the other hand firmly on the counter as if he didn’t trust himself to touch me with both hands.
“I’ve been thinking about you the entire day. About how much I want you,” he murmured, and his mouth was now moving down the side of my neck, then back up to my earlobe. I was shuddering. He was barely touching me, and yet my entire body was responding to him. How could he do that?
And when those light kisses turned more passionate and I felt the tip of his tongue just below my earlobe, I gasped out his name, moving my hand to tug at his hair, desperate to touch him—any part of him.
“Paige....”
Will flipped me around, and I caught just a glimpse of the fire in his eyes before his mouth descended on mine. He’d never kissed me like this. He wasn’t just exploring me. He owned me with that one kiss. He moved to my neck again, and then he stilled. I felt as if I was in a haze. Everything around us blurred. I was only aware of Will’s hard body backing me into the counter, of my nipples tightening.
“Paige, if you want us to stop, say something, and say it fast.”
His hot breaths against the sensitive skin on my neck wiped away every thought. His lips were so close to my neck, almost feathering on my skin.
“Ten seconds, Paige,” he murmured. I became aware of a light tremor in Will’s chest and realized that he was barely reining himself in. This desire was all for me. Instead of saying anything, I kissed his jaw and moved my hands to his torso, slipping them under his shirt. A deep groan tore from within him. My knees buckled from feeling the sheer force of his desire. I’d never, ever felt so wanted.
Chapter Fifteen
Paige
One of Will’s hands moved up to cup the back of my head, tilting it up so he had better access. With his tongue, he parted my lips. With his thigh, he parted my legs. Then he lifted me off my feet. Instinctively I held on to him, lacing my hands behind his neck, my legs around his middle.
“Bedroom,” he murmured in between kisses.