WMIS 03 Play With Me (17 page)

I
close my eyes and try to pull away from him but he holds on tight.

“No,
you won’t back away again. Now that you’re here, I’m keeping you here, damn it.
You’re mine, Meg, just as much as I’m yours.”

“Thank
you,” I whisper.

“For
what?”

“For
this. For being here. For the flowers, and being with me all night, even though
you didn’t know you were.” I shake my head and close my eyes. “You scare me,
but I don’t want to lose you.”

He
pulls me in to him tightly and kisses my hair, rubbing his hands up and down my
back soothingly. “Go to sleep, babe.”

Laying
here, in the quiet, I let my eyes drift closed and fall asleep to the sound of
Will’s steady breathing and heartbeat against my cheek.

* * *

I
wake to an empty bed and sunshine pouring in through the windows, reflecting
off the stark-white linens, making the room bright and cheerful. Will’s bedroom
is stunning. The walls are robins-egg blue and all the trim and linens are
white. His bed is the size of my living room, and faces the floor to ceiling
windows that face the water.

I
could get used to waking up in here.

Holy
shit, it’s noon!
I haven’t slept this late in I don’t know how long, even if I’ve worked a night
shift. I frown down at my scrubs and remember coming to Will’s after work,
attacking him in his bed, and the most terrifying part of all: falling apart on
him.

Before
I can dwell on that, I climb out of bed and strip naked and it occurs to me
that the shower in the master bath is running. I would have thought he’d be at
the training center today.

I
pad into the bathroom, pull my hair up into a messy bun on the top of my head
and watch him through the clear glass shower door. The shower itself is
massive. All white and blue tile. And a very tall and tanned and muscular Will
is standing beneath the tallest of the four shower heads, his hands braced on
the wall and head bowed forward, letting the hot water run down the back of his
head and back.

Good
God, he’s hot.

I
haven’t had him inside me in days.

I
silently enter the shower and wrap my arms around his wet waist. I press myself
against his back, take a deep breath and let the water run over me.

“Good
morning,” Will murmurs and turns around to have a look at me.

“It’s
actually afternoon now,” I reply and smile widely at him. He’s examining my
face, cupping it in his big hands. He must be satisfied with what he sees
because he smirks down at me and his shoulders visibly relax.

“Lazy
bones,” he mutters and kisses me softly.

“Hey,
I worked late. I’m surprised you’re home.”

“I
just got back. I had an early morning meeting and then trained for a bit.” He
grabs my body wash and lathers up a washcloth, turns me around to face the
wall. “Brace your hands on the wall.”

Oh,
I love it when he’s bossy!

I
comply and lower my head, close my eyes, and enjoy Will pampering me, gliding
the washcloth over my back and shoulders, arms, butt, down my legs. It’s just
heaven. On his way back up my legs, he pushes the cloth between them, washing
my folds and I can’t hold back a moan.

I’ve
never had anyone wash me there before.

“Turn
around,” he murmurs.

I
brace my hands on his lean, wet hips, my thumbs tracing that spectacular V, and
watch his face as he washes my chest, breasts, stomach. His eyes follow his
hand, taking in my body and they heat with lust.

“I
love your skin,” his eyes find mine and he smiles. “You’re so soft.”

“I
love this spot, right here,” I tap his hips with my thumbs and smile sassily at
him. “Let’s keep this.”

He
chuckles at me. “I’ll do my best. Let’s rinse you.”

He
shifts me under the water, and watches with fascination as the suds slide down
my body. He’s stopped touching me, and is just watching my body’s reaction to
the water and to him.

My
eyes trail down his firm body, his flat stomach, a small patch of dark hair,
and the most impressive, fully erect penis I’ve ever seen. I take him in my
hand and move up and down the length in two long, slow strokes.

“Shit,”
he sucks air in through his clenched teeth and I grin as I sink to my knees,
and lick the tip of him, slowly, softly, teasingly. I cup his balls in my hand,
and hold the base of his cock in the other and sink down onto him, sucking and
licking as I go. When he hits the back of my throat, I pull up and repeat the
motion, slightly speeding up.

His
fingers tangle in my hair and I speed up, jacking him with my hand.

“Fuck,
I love your mouth,” he mutters. He’s panting, slightly thrusting his hips
against me. “Don’t make me come in your mouth.”

I
smile to myself.
Hell, yes, I’ll make you come in my mouth!

I
move faster, harder. Suddenly, Will lifts me to my feet and kisses me hard and
deep. He’s gripping my shoulders hard, his kiss is desperate.

“I
haven’t been inside you in seventy-two hours, Megan. I’m not coming in your
sweet mouth.” He spins me to face the shower wall. “Hands on the wall.”

He
pulls my hips back and pushes his fingers through my folds to my clit. I gasp
when he brushes my metal.

“Oh,
Will.”

“That’s
right. This is mine, Megan. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

He
pushes two fingers inside me and twists them, then pulls them out to wet my
already swollen lips.

“So
wet,” he mutters.

“Will?”

“Yes,
love.”

A
chill runs up my spine at that word and I grin.

“I
really need you inside me.”

“I’ll
get there, babe. God, you feel good.”

“I’ll
feel better when you’re inside me.”

I
hear him chuckle, and then we both gasp when the head of his cock brushes my
sex. He gently pushes in, all the way.

“Are
you okay?”

“Oh
God, yes. More than okay.”

“This
is going to be rough, honey.” His voice is tight as he starts to move, really
move, frantically. He grabs my hair in one fist and slaps my ass with the
other, startling me. “God, you’re so fucking good.”

“Oh
my God, Will!”

He
pulls out suddenly and spins me to face him, plants his hands on my ass and
lifts me against the wall. I wrap my arms and legs around him, but he takes my
hands and holds them both above my head with one of his, leans into me, and
buries himself inside me again.

“So
good,” he mutters and pins me with his bright blue eyes. “Mine,” he repeats and
then buries his face in my neck, kissing and biting and I feel my orgasm
pushing up through me.

My
legs tense and I push against Will’s hands, but he holds strong.

“That’s
right, let go,” he commands, and I do, hard and fast, spasming around his
beautiful cock.

“Ah
fuck!” His jaw is clenched and he throws his head back and falls over the edge
with me.

He
rests his forehead against mine as we recover. “Do you work today?”

“No.”

“Good.
You’re staying here with me, all day and night.”

“Good
plan.”

Chapter Thirteen

“Is
this really what you want to do all day?” I ask, lounging at the end of his
couch. I’m in one of his old team jerseys and his boxer-briefs, since I don’t
have any clothes here, and my hair is up in a knot on my head, no makeup.

Dear
God, I must look horrific.

I
glance over at Will, on the opposite side of the long, plush black leather
couch. It’s really unfair that he looks so good in just basketball shorts and
an old t-shirt.

“Why,
is there somewhere you wanted to go?” he asks and flips through channels on his
uber-huge television. We are in his media room, full of plush furniture, the
outrageously enormous television –
dear God, is he blind? Who needs a TV
this big? –
football memorabilia, a wet bar, a pool table. Basically a big
ol’ man cave where boys can hang out and do boy things.

“No,
I’m just surprised.” I lean back and plop my feet in his lap, getting more
comfortable. He immediately wraps one big hand around the arch of my foot and
rubs with his thumb and I sigh in contentment.

“It’s
nice to relax once in a while. We haven’t really just hung out together much.”
He offers me a soft smile, and my stomach flips, just a little. Gosh, he’s
pretty to look at.

And
he’s right. It feels good to be lazy. I’m still super tired from last night at
work, and just lounging in Will’s extraordinary home with him all day is
relaxing and perfect.

“Are
we okay,” he murmurs, drawing my attention. His eyes are sober, and he’s
watching me closely.

I
turn my head to the side and offer him a half smile. “Yeah, we’re okay.”

He
just nods and flips the channels to a show about whales on the Discovery
channel.

“I’m
hungry,” he announces.

“You’re
always hungry,” I laugh and kick his thigh gently. “You just had a huge
sandwich an hour ago.”

“Let’s
order in pizza.”

“Let’s
go get the pizza and bring it back,” I suggest.

“I
like having you here, in my jersey, in my house, where I don’t have to share
you and you don’t have to share me and we can just be.”

“Be
what?” I ask.

“Us.”
He pulls me into his lap and kisses me senseless, plunging his fingers into my
hair and moving those amazing lips over mine. Then, just as suddenly as he
started, he pushes me back onto the couch and reaches for his phone. “I’m
calling for pizza.”

* * *

“You
are such a fucking cheater!” Will is glaring at me from his position on the
floor, his back against the couch, xBox controller in his hands. God, he’s
adorable when he’s irritated with me.

“I
am not!”

“All
you’re doing is pushing all the buttons at once and waving the controller all
about,” he accuses me. He’s right. I have no idea how to play this shit, and
making him crazy is hilarious.

“It’s
called strategy, Mr. Football Star.” I bat my eyelashes at him and laugh as his
scowl deepens.

“You’ve
never played this, have you?”

“
Madden
Two Thousand Thirty-Four
? No.”

“It’s
Madden 2013
, smart ass.” Now he’s laughing at me. God, he’s fun.

“I’m
still kicking your Seattle ass. The guy with your name on the jersey looks
nothing like you, by the way.” I pick up my soda and sip from the straw. We are
surrounded by junk food. Pizza boxes, chip bags, cookie containers, you name
it. It looks like a twelve-year-old’s birthday party exploded in here.

It’s
fucking fun as hell.

“It’s
a video game, babe, not a music video.”

I
throw a chip at him, hitting him in the head, and he turns to glare at me. “Did
you just hit me in the head with a freaking Dorito?”

“No.”
I shake my head innocently and back up on the couch as he lays the controller
on the coffee table and turns to me.

“Liar.”

“You
deserved it,
smart ass
.”

“I
know what you deserve.” He kneels in front of me, grabs my hands and pulls me
toward him and then in one swift move, pulls his jersey up over my head. “I
don’t think you can borrow this anymore.”

“Fine.”
I lean back against the couch again and cross my arms over my naked chest, covering
up my breasts. Will’s lips twitch but he holds his smile back and gives me a
mock-glare and grips his black shorts at my hips and yanks them down my legs
and throws them over his left shoulder.

I
think they land in the salsa.

“Those
are mine, too,” he murmurs, his eyes glassing over as he sweeps his gaze from
my face down my body.

I
move to cross my legs, but he holds them still, hands on my thighs, and pushes
himself up between them so his pelvis rests against my own and his lips are
inches from my face.

“Do
you know how beautiful you are?” he asks softly.

I
shrug, my smart mouth having suddenly left me, and just stare up into Will’s
sea-blue eyes.

“So
beautiful,” he murmurs and kisses my forehead, my nose, over to my dimple. “I
love this dimple. Makes you look so innocent.” He smiles against my cheek and
kisses it again. “Of course, I know differently.”

I
chuckle and slide my hands up under his t-shirt, over the smooth muscles of his
back. “Get naked.”