“Will, please,” I muttered, feeling like I might come out of my skin. My nipples were tight and tender. With every swirl of his tongue on my skin, more heat rushed between my legs. He flipped me around, lowering me on the bed. He was still standing, and his erection was level with my face.
I wrapped my hand around the base of him, taking him in my mouth. Will groaned, wrapping one hand in my hair, bending at the waist, nudging my thighs apart with his other hand and touching between them.
“You’re so wet for me.”
I couldn’t bear it. His touch was setting me on fire. He was circling my clit with his thumb, and when he slid two fingers inside me, I looked up at him. He curved his fingers in a come-here motion, and my insides spasmed around them. I came the next second, rocking against his hand, clamping tight around him.
“You’re so beautiful when you surrender to your pleasure, Paige.” He moved me to the center of the bed, climbing over me. “I want to fuck you hard and love you gently.” His mouth was everywhere, as if he was so greedy for me that he wasn’t sure where to kiss first.
“Yes. Yes, please.”
He knelt between my legs, focusing his molten gaze on me.
Clasping his hands around my ankles, he lifted my feet off the mattress.
“Lift your legs and put your hands under your knees.” I did as he instructed, opening up for him. He put on protection and slid inside me until his pubic bone was pressing on me, and he claimed my mouth, his tongue teasing mine in a seductive dance. I thought I might splinter from pleasure, from being so full of this man.
“So deep,” he grunted, caressing my cheek with his knuckles. “I want this every day for the rest of our lives. The certainty of your love. Do you trust me with your happiness, Paige?”
“Yes.”
How could I not? The way he looked at me, God... as if he’d do whatever it took to make me happy, as if he’d be at my side no matter what.
“This is home for me. You are,” he whispered.
He moved faster then, and on every thrust, I felt our connection grow stronger, deeper.
Afterward, we had our picnic, but not under the tree. Will brought the basket in the bedroom because we hadn’t had nearly enough of each other. Currently I was eating apricot jam with a side of hunky detective. I’d smeared it around his navel and was taking my sweet time cleaning him up.
Ah, life was so good. So good.
“Paige, come up here. If you’re not stopping, I’m going to—”
“I’m sorry, but you’re in no position to make threats.”
I tapped one finger just under his navel to drive my point home. In a fraction of a second, the balance of power changed. The man had impressive speed. I barely blinked twice and then I was under him. He was holding my hands hostage at my sides, his body pressing me down.
I cleared my throat. “All right. Point made.”
“What am I going to do with you, hmm? Pushing my buttons all the time.”
I wiggled under him. “My proudest moment is still the one where I kind of pushed you to line up for the garter.”
“When I saw you up there, I knew I couldn’t let anyone else touch you. So I got the garter.”
“Ummm... correction. You elbowed your way to the garter.”
“I certainly didn’t.” He bit my shoulder lightly.
I gasped, but I wasn’t going to go down without a fight. “I definitely saw someone being elbowed out. And a guy practically bounced off you.”
“I just went the extra mile. To get my girl.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Will
One month later