Will catches my hand and pulls me close, so that my back is pressed to his chest. “Let me guess,” he says playfully, “you were going to change.”
I laugh, and it feels good after this morning’s revelation, even if the whole thing makes me anxious. “Guilty as charged.”
“I don’t care about what you wear,” Will says, “even if you do look damn good in high heels. I surprised you, there’s no reason for you to change.”
“Okay,” I say, still self-conscious and now blushing.
He lets me go and takes a few more steps into the space. “I like this,” he says. “It has that New York charm.”
“You mean old and broken down?” I smirk.
“No, more like it’s been lived in. It has a history.”
“I can see that.”
He spots my laptop, and unfortunately, the article that’s still on the screen that details the transfer of power between him and his father. “A little light reading?”
Ducking my head, I make sure to find my toe nail polish interesting. “You might say that.”
Will appears at my side and guides me to the couch like this is his apartment and he’s the host. He sits us down at a comfortable distance from each other. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I lie.
“That’s not true. You can barely look me in the eye. Did something happen?”
He’s not wrong, I can’t bring myself to look at him. Because the shame of Laura and Wyatt is too much, and because I know he’ll be understanding and want to fix it, and there’s nothing he can do. “Yeah, I have to go out to my parents’ house this afternoon and help with my sister’s engagement party.”
Even though I’m not looking at him, I feel his body go utterly still. “Does that mean what I think it means?”
“Yep,” I say lightly. “All very last minute, according to my mother.”
“I’m really sorry,” he says, taking my hand.
I nod. “Yeah, it really fucking sucks. It’s not like I want him back, I don’t. But seeing him with my sister …”
Will tugs on my hand, and the idea of physical comfort is too good to ignore. I let him put his arms around me and pull me close. I can suddenly breathe easier, and even through my relief I’m amazed that I could come to rely on someone that quickly. “You know,” he says playfully, “it’s good I’m not the jealous type.”
“Yes, it is,” I say in the same tone, “because he was the jealous type, and it’s really not a good look.”
“So you’re saying I’m better looking?”
I burst out laughing. “That’s what you took from that?”
“I’ll take any compliments I can get from my wife.” I don’t have a comeback for that. “Does it make you uncomfortable for me to call you that?”
“Surprisingly, no. It’s just a little weird. I’m not used to it. Not sure I want to be used to it. You have no idea how much you confuse me, Will.”
He stands, taking me with him so I’m cradled in his arms. “You don’t confuse me,” he says fiercely. We’re in the bedroom before I can blink and we fall back onto my bed, sprawled together, limbs tangled. I’m the one who kisses him first. God, his lips. They’re my favorite part of him, and given how perfect the rest of him is, that’s saying a lot.
“I don’t have much time,” I say. “I have to get dressed and head out to the island soon.”
I recognize the smirk as he rolls over me. “I don’t need a lot of time to make you come.”
He kisses me again, his hand sliding down my stomach and under my waistband to find where I’m already wet for him. The affect he has on my body is like fire and gasoline. No matter how little we touch, it’s always ready to explode. I gasp against his lips as he slips a finger inside me, curling it towards my G-spot. I can’t say I really paid attention to his hands, but I’m appreciating just how big they are now with his fingers reaching exactly where I need them.
Will quickly adds a second finger, stroking against that tiny spot that feels like tendrils of pleasure are reaching out through my body. “Oh my god.” It comes out as a groan, quickly stifled by Will’s lips. His tongue plunges into my mouth in time with his fingers and my body is already starting to shake. I won’t last long, and he’s making absolutely sure of it.
His thumb comes to rest on my clit, and now he’s both inside and outside me, and pleasure breaks through me in an explosion. I moan into Will’s mouth, my pussy gripping his fingers as he continues to fuck me with them. I can’t breathe because the pleasure is constricting my lungs. My breath comes in heaving gasps as he eases his fingers out of me, sending off aftershocks like tiny fireworks. Will’s forehead is pressed against mine, and when I can see again, his eyes are smiling.