“And with me?”
“Skye, I can’t even put it into words.” He kissed me, pushing his point. He was tender and soft, and this was so far away from fucking. This was making love. “It was like all the loose threads of my life pulled together to form a knot. The stray parts of myself I never quite understood. The bits I allowed to keep floating so I didn’t have to deal with them. Does that make sense?”
“Like parts of yourself had twisted together and were waiting to be released, to find their home,” I replied.
Tonight, he’d picked mine apart with his fingers and pressed them against his heart.
He moved away from me and I immediately sat up, balancing on my elbows, wondering if I’d pushed him too far.
“Relax,” he said, pulling a condom from his jeans on the floor. “It’s me. Just me.” His voice was low and tender, lulling me almost, taking me away, taking me with him. “I’m not going to hurt you. What we have is more than anything I’ve experienced before.” I helped him roll on the condom, all hands and smiles. “I fell in love with you the minute we met.”
Say these things again. No one ever has and it’s feeding me. Making me whole. Sewing me back together.
“Shut up,” I replied, but inside I was melting. I couldn’t stop my thoughts from wandering. Did he mean love love or friendship love? But as he pushed himself inside of me, I didn’t care about picking apart the meaning of words, all I cared about was the reaction of my body.
“I really like being with you,” he panted, thrusting harder now. He pulled my legs around his waist, turned us until I was straddling him, the change in position hit my G spot perfectly.
“Is that all?” I goaded.
“No,” he gasped, pushing the T-shirt above my breasts and staring at them in awe. “Not even close.” His hand closed around one. “You’re the most remarkable woman I’ve ever met.” I ran my finger across his nipple and he almost cried out, squeezing his eyes closed in pleasure. Sensitive nipples. File that gem. He’d lost himself, desire clouding his vision. Head dropping. Gasps abounding. His eyes were open now and it was like he was seeing me for the first time, awoken from a dream, a long sleep, a lifetime of being cautious and careful. “I don’t know how things are going to work out,” he said, his thumb circling my clit. “All I know is you make me happy and that counts for everything, doesn’t it?” I nodded into the mattress and let my body take over. Orgasm number three belonged to him, along with one, two and all the orgasms to come. “Christ, I can feel you…I’m…gonna–” He came with a roar. Gav and the neighbours three doors down would have heard him. My awkward boy was anything but in bed and I loved the contrasts of him. Corrugated and complicated. Fluid and smooth. Loving. Heat. Fire and ice. The push and pull of Will and all he had to offer. The friend I adored, the man who offered me comfort, the banter we threw at each other and caught with equal amounts of sharp and soft. The lover I needed, the body I craved.
Nerdy Will, the man who had always been a light in my life was soon becoming the fevered flame.
21
Will
“I’ve always been fond of these boobs.” She opened one eye and smiled. “And this curve here.” I trailed my hand, tracing the fern tattoo underneath her breast. She moved my hand away and started to giggle.
“Can a girl sleep?”
“I’ve been watching you for the past thirty minutes, I’m ready for you to wake up.”
“Creeper,” she replied as I pushed her pink waves out of her face. “You’re waking me up for sex, aren’t you?”
“I missed you,” I replied honestly, but sex would be nice too. More than nice. Sex with Skye had been a monumental, life-changing event. I had an ache in my stomach muscles where an orgasm had been quite literally ripped from my body. Hard and recurring waves of pleasure long after I came. But there was more than the intensity of our passion, there was a familiarity to our touch. We knew what we liked, what we needed just through glances and smiles.
I’d woken up to find a miserable, damp day in London. Not unusual, but a new concept when I had a woman I adored in my bed. I’d wrapped myself around her after pulling back the curtain to watch the rain running across the window. She was warm and welcoming, and I concentrated on those things and not the nag in my head of allowing myself to think about what was next for us.
“I’ve lost all concept of time,” she mumbled. “What day is it and do I have somewhere to be?”
“It’s Sunday,” I replied, “and you need to be nowhere but here with me.”
“Oh, thank God,” she said, smiling. “I can rest my aching body.” She rolled over onto her front. “You see, I met this guy last night and he knew these wondrous sex positions that my body is regretting this morning.”
“Regretting?”
“Not at all,” she replied, biting her lip and turning onto her side, holding up her head with her arm. Her boob smush was wondrous and I had no other option but to kiss the mound. “Totally lying.”
“Good,” I replied, kissing her mouth. “No regrets.” She smiled as I laid down beside her, loving the buzz I was feeling, hoping it wouldn’t ever go away.
“No regrets,” she repeated softly, still unsure. I could hear it in her voice, but I’d become at a master at ignoring it. “What
