Page 43 of Thank you, Next
Who needed Stabler and Benson when she and Will had a “will they or won’t they?” that had gone on almost as long?
“I know that I’ve been thinking about the way you kiss since before you stopped kissing me.”
Will smiled. “I’m glad I didn’t forget how.”
She lifted up onto her tiptoes and planted her lips against his, taking his implied invitation. He didn’t leave her hanging on whether the kiss was welcome. He grabbed her hips and pulled them into the cradle of his, not making a secret of the fact that his body had responded to her nearness.
The kiss from a month ago had been a gentle exploration at first—tentative. This one was nothing like that. He owned her mouth with his, kissing her as though he was headed out to war the next morning. She moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest.
When he stopped kissing her on her mouth, considerately allowing her to breathe, she said, “Are you sure we should be doing this?”
His body froze, and he lifted her onto the counter in one fluid motion. She wasn’t a lightweight, and it felt so nice that he was strong enough to lift her. His hands bracketed her hips on the cool marble. “I’m honestly not sure if this is a good idea, but I’m so hard that there’s not a lot of blood flow to my brain right now.”
Alex looked down, appreciating the tent in his pajama pants. “It’s not as obvious on my end, but I’m having a similar blood-flow issue.”
“This might not be a good idea, but I think it’s inevitable.” Will picked up a hand and trailed one finger over her collarbone. “Even if we crash and burn, at least we actually tried it. At least we’ll know if it’s as good as it has been when it was all in our heads.”
Alex copied him and ran her fingers over his chest. She couldn’t stop touching him. Didn’t want to. “You’ve thought about me?”
Will grunted, slipping seamlessly from his perfectly cogent—to her vagina at least—argument for why they should at least give sex with each other a shot to his usual mode of communication.
“Tell me what you’ve thought about.”
He looked at her then, his deep, green eyes fathomless. She couldn’t possibly know what was behind them, but she knew it was dark and dirty and dangerous. “Every time you wear a tight skirt, I think about bending you over the nearest couch or chair and peeling it up until I can see if you’re wearing underwear or not.”
His deep voice unfurled another wave of desire, and she wanted to tease him. All that came out, though, was, “They’re usually thongs.”
Will bit into his lower lip and grunted. “When you wear a sundress, I bet you’re wearing a thong, too. Whenever you move, the dress gets caught between your cheeks.”
“You have an obsession with my ass.” Hearing Will say that after waiting for so long to hear desire for her coming out of him was more arousing than any other foreplay she’d ever had. She wasn’t particularly vain, but hearing this man tell her what he found sexy about her was intoxicating.
“Who the fuck wouldn’t?” he asked before nuzzling her neck with his nose. “I want to know every inch of your body, Alex. I want to know if you’re that juicy and ripe everywhere. I want to lick you until you scream and curl into me like a kitten and I want to fuck you like I hate you and have you leave scratches all up and down my back.”
All that sounded very good, and she wanted to start right away. She had her hand halfway down his torso when he asked, “What have you thought about doing with me?”
She was a little embarrassed to admit it, but he’d been so forthcoming that it was only fair. “Every time there’s a sex scene in a movie or a television show, I think about you and me acting it out. But not like a full-on role-play. I just want the real thing, with you. I want to have every kind of sex with you, and I want you to go feral for me.”
As soon as she got the last word out, his mouth was on hers. His hands held her face still as he kissed her until she was breathless again. His chest was heaving, and his skin was flushed by the time he ended the kiss. Knowing that he would probably be hesitant to rip her clothes off in his kitchen the first time they had sex, she grabbed the hem of her pajama top and pulled it over her head. She’d been so rushed to get over here that she hadn’t put on a bra.
Will looked down at her breasts and licked his lips. He didn’t wait for her to ask him—beg him—to touch her there. He cupped her and brushed her skin, his hands both gentle and firm. He bent his head and licked at her nipples until she squirmed on the counter. This was what she’d wanted the day she’d skinned her knee outside his restaurant.
She mussed his hair with her fingers while he tasted her. And even though he said that he wanted them to fuck each other like they were enemies, his lips and tongue were gentle and reverent. It was good until she got restless and couldn’t wait to be skin to skin with him from head to toe.
“I need more.” She didn’t have to ask him twice. He put his hands under her ass and carried her the dozen feet or so between the kitchen and his bedroom. He set her on her feet long enough to pull down her pajama pants and panties and then nudged her backward, until the backs of her legs and then her whole body hit the bed.
She tried to sit up and kiss him, but he knelt on the floor next to the bed, between her dangling legs.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she’d always known that Will Harkness really liked to eat pussy. She didn’t know anyone who liked raw sea urchin as much as he did. Sure enough, when she looked down at him, he was looking at the center of her like she was a nineteen-course tasting menu. Knowing that he wanted her as much as he seemed to made her lower belly clench. The air over the core of her gave her a chill, and he stopped in his descent. She nearly moaned in frustration. She’d been waiting over a decade for him to touch her like this. She’d thought about it nearly every time she’d looked at his mouth at a teenager. If she didn’t get her moment of seeing stars with him between her legs, she might actually die.
“Are you cold?” While it was very kind and considerate of him to think of her comfort, she didn’t care if she was cold if he could make her legs shake.
“Just my vulva. It would help if you put your mouth there.” He laughed, a teasing sound that caressed her legs when his body moved between her thighs. “Seriously, Will.”
“Say please.”
He expected her to use her manners now? When she was nearly feral for satisfaction? The bastard. “Please eat my pussy, Will.”
If he had any idea how much it cost her to ask him that, when the ghost of his rejection had haunted her most of her adult life, he wouldn’t have asked that of her. But even though they’d opened up to each other quite a lot over the past couple of months, there was still a part of herself she hadn’t shared with him. She’d shared the angry bits about him and the sad bits about the other men she’d been with. But she’d never shared how sad she’d been when he’d told her no. She’d just pretended to be pissed at him and decided to hate him forever.