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  "Like what?" His lips brushed against mine, teasing.

  "This is up there."

  "Really?" He walked me backwards until my back hit the wall and his lips crashed into mine, devouring. His hard on pressed into my stomach and that going slow business we'd talked about the other night seemed insane. It took more strength to stop than it did to keep going. And after witnessing him brush off that girl for me, I wanted to keep going.

  Will buried his hands in my hair, holding me steady as he kissed me with such consuming passion, I let out a deep moan into his mouth. I wanted all of him. Now.

  He pulled back, gazing into my eyes, breathing heavily. "God, Zoe. You set me on fire."

  I didn't reply, instead pushing up his t-shirt, wanting to feel his skin.

  "I thought you wanted to take it slow?" he asked.

  I shook my head, biting my lower lip, my fingers curling into his t-shirt.

  His jaw tensed and I knew he was struggling with it. He was afraid of pushing me after that day after the pool. "Are you sure?"

  "Yes."

  It was all he needed to hear and he pressed into the length of my body against the wall, running a hand up my neck and into my hair, lips against my jaw.

  "Take it off," I ordered, pulling at his t-shirt and he grabbed the back of it, pulling the annoying material over his head, messing up his hair. How could we go slow when he was just as turned on as I was? I could feel the evidence pressing into me through his jeans.

  I ran a hand up his chest and traced the edges of the tattoo that was etched there, running a thumb around his nipple. When he drew in a sharp breath, I bit my bottom lip, arching myself forward.

  Slowly, he undid each button of my shirt, climbing steadily until he reached the top and the material parted, exposing the skin underneath. Easing it from my shoulders, it dropped to the floor, his fingers skimming the straps of the black pinstriped bra I'd decided to wear that day, knocking one from my shoulder.

  Will didn't utter one word, the only sound was our laboured breathing as we slowly undressed each other. Pushing off the wall, I lifted a hand behind me and undid the clasp of my bra, letting the straps fall from my shoulders, freeing my breasts. His eyes left mine, raking across me, his thumbs brushing underneath the curve, finding their way towards my already hard nipples. When he pinched them tightly, his mouth coved mine, stifling a sharp gasp.

  "Zoe," he murmured.

  I reached for the button on his jeans, hooking a thumb underneath the waistband, but he had other ideas. Turning me around, he held me back against the length of his body, hands running down my stomach and into my own jeans, underneath my underwear. His other hand flipped open the button and the zipper opened allowing better access.

  When his fingers brushed against my clit and down between my legs, a strangled gasp escaped my lips and I spread my legs.

  "Fuck," he groaned into my ear, his breath hot against my neck. "You're so wet."

  "For you," I whispered, my hand sliding over his, pushing his palm harder against my clit, but he pulled back, leaving me hanging.

  "Not yet." He pushed my jeans down and they fell around my knees along with my underwear and I kicked them off. I was totally naked, but it felt right.

  Turning around, I unbuttoned his dark grey jeans, shoving my hands down the back, over his ass, pulling them off, freeing him.

  His nose skimmed down my neck and he trailed soft kisses along my shoulder, his hand pressing into my back, holding my body against his. We were skin on skin, standing together, our hands feeling every part of each other.

  Will walked me backwards towards the bed until the back of my knees hit the edge and I was on my back, exposed. His eyes ran the entire length of me as if he was committing every inch to his memory before lowering, pressing his weight into me.

  "When I first saw you, I wanted to know you," he murmured, sucking my nipple into his mouth. "When you first spoke to me, I wanted to kiss you." He dragged his teeth against the sensitive skin, earning himself a gasp. "When you first touched me, I wanted you to be mine." He pressed his hard length against my clit, making me squirm against him.

  "Will," I moaned, rolling my hips up into his, wanting to sate the ache deep inside me.

  "Tell me what you want," he said, lips against my neck.

  I was suddenly shy despite the position we were currently in. No one had ever asked what I wanted during sex before. I wasn't sure.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist, opening myself up to him fully, my hands pressing into his ass. I grinded against him, wanting him inside me.

  "You have to tell me," he dragged his teeth against the skin of my neck.

  I had nothing to lose right now, other than the one thing I wanted most. "I want to know you. I want to kiss you. I want to touch you. I want to feel you inside me. All of you. Only you."

  A tortured moan escaped his lips and his eyes met mine. "Shit, Zoe. You can't say stuff like that to me."

  "Why not?"

  "Because I won't last two seconds and I want to make love to you all night."

  A shiver ran down my spine and he felt it, moving against me. "Will."

  "Don't worry," he reached over to the bedside table where he'd flung his bag, "I want to be in the same place. I can't wait to feel you around me."

  Easing up on his knees, he rolled on a condom and I watched his every move enraptured. Hovering over my opening, he slid just inside and it was consuming. My fingernails pressed into his back and he thrust forward, burying himself deep.

  "Fuck, Zoe," he gasped, resting his forehead against mine.

  "When I stand on stage tomorrow night," I breathed hard, "I want to feel where you've been."

  His eyes betrayed the effect I had on him and he pulled back agonisingly slow until his tip was the only thing left, then slammed back into me, making me cry out.

  "Are you okay?" he asked.

  "Yes," I said, my voice wavering. "Again."

  Right then, he would have done anything I'd asked him to and I would have done anything he wanted. He pulled out and thrust again, this time setting up a rhythm, quick, but encompassing. Every time he pushed in, he buried deep, pressing hard against my clit.

  His forearms rested either side of my head and his eyes never left mine. He wanted to see the effect he had on me and I wanted to see his expression when he came undone inside me. I wanted the most intimate part of him. I wanted to take it whether he wanted to give it to me or not.

  He pushed hard into me and stopped, flexing and swirling his hips, sending a sharp bolt of desire through me. It was too much and I let out a loud groan, my fingernails biting into his skin.

  "I want to be on top," I said. "I want to watch you."

  Will moaned against my lips and I knew he liked what I'd said. He rolled us over and cool air kissed my back. Pulling my body away, I felt the angle deepen him inside me and a shiver splintered through my body. I tightened around him and he moaned, hands grasping my hips. As I began to move, he helped, grinding up to meet me.

  "You're so deep," I gasped, throwing my head back, hair spilling down my back.

  Reaching up, he covered my breasts with his hands, kneading and pinching, my entire body pricking with the building orgasm inside me.

  "I'm close," I panted, my hands over his.

  Suddenly, I was on my back again and he was over me, eyes wild. "I'm going to fuck you now and I'm not going to stop until you're screaming my name."

  That was all the warning he gave me before he let go of the last shred of his control and began pounding into me, hard and fast.

  "Yes," I gasped, as the promise of what was coming swelled with each thrust of his hips.

  I spasmed around him, my muscles clenching tight as the most mind splitting orgasm I'd ever had in my entire life crashed over me. It kept going and going as he fucked me harder and with a grunt he came inside me, prolonging the euphoric feeling of compete sexual release.

  I was hardly aware that I'd called out his name over
and over, gasping for air, clawing into his skin, sweat rolling off our bodies.

  He collapsed against me, breathing hard, his hot sticky skin against mine as he captured my lips in a soft, wet kiss. What I'd just felt was so complete and consuming, my eyes drooped and my hands fell away from his back.

  "God, Zoe," Will gasped, pulling out.

  It didn't register when he rolled away and went into the bathroom, but when he came back, he pulled me against him, cupping a tender breast with a shaking hand.

  Turning my head, I gazed into his eyes, committing to memory every little fleck of grey, every hue of blue.

  "Zoe? Say something. You're making me nervous."

  There was only one thing I could think of saying right now. "I just had the most amazing orgasm of my life."

  His lips curved into a wicked grin. "You say all the right things."

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  ZOE

  As my eyes eased open, I didn't understand why I was so hot. When a body shifted against mine, memories from the previous night came flooding back. Will's arm was flung over my waist and his legs were tangled through mine. Smiling, I traced the black panther on his forearm and settled my hand over his.

  "Hey," he murmured, his arms tightening around me.

  "Hey."

  "Did you sleep okay?"

  "Yeah." I rolled over to face him, my fingers tracing his jaw, our legs tangling together.

  "I could get used to this," he smiled sleepily, his hand running over my bare ass. His hair was wild from sleep and sex and I found my hand running through it, untangling. Touching him was the most natural thing in the world now.

  "I feel like I already know you," I whispered.

  He pressed his lips against my forehead, making me sigh. "So do I. I know how to make you come," he silenced my gasp with a small kiss on the side of my mouth, "I know where you like my hands." Another kiss. "But, I don't know your favourite colour."

  I laughed at his stupid statement. "Isn't it obvious?"

  "No."

  "It's black, of course. It's all I wear."

  "Black isn't a colour," he argued.

  "I'll have you know that black is all colours mixed into one."

  "Really?"

  "No idea," I bit my lip in amusement.

  "No really, do you have a favourite colour?"

  "I guess if I had to do a colour, it'd be blue."

  "When's your birthday?" he asked, like he was starting a game of twenty questions.

  "I don't like birthdays," I declared, screwing up my nose.

  "What? Not even for the presents?" he laughed.

  "Nope."

  "Well, mines in January. Mark it in your calendar, because I love presents."

  The fact that he was talking about us in future tense warmed my heart. "Just missed it. How old were you?"

  "Twenty-seven."

  "So, I'm dating a silver fox, then."

  "Hey," he squeezed my hip. "I'm not that old."

  "Brothers and sisters?"

  He shook his head.

  "Me neither."

  "Favourite movie?"

  "Oh, that's a tough one. The Bourne Identity."

  "Really?" he asked, surprised.

  "I like action movies," I shrugged. "Yours?"

  "Fight Club."

  "Oh, I liked the book."

  His eyes crinkled in the corners as a smile crept onto his face.

  "What?"

  "I told you we'd have more in common that music."

  "When did you say that?"

  "I didn't, I can see it written all over your face."

  "Am I that transparent?" I joked, biting my bottom lip.

  "No," he sighed, running a hand over my ass, down my thigh, pulling my leg around his waist. "You're guarded so much, I have a hard time knowing what you want."

  I pressed up against his chest, my hands running across his jaw and into his hair. Our lips brushed together, but neither of us moved to capture.

  "Did someone hurt you?" he asked with such sincerity, I knew he wasn't talking about emotions. "Because I know about hurt, Zoe. I want to make it better."

  I pulled away, my eyes searching his. Suddenly, I can't see anything but his words. "What do you mean, you know about hurt?"

  He frowned, his eyes falling away and I knew he was holding something back, too.

  "Will?"

  "I just want to take care of you." He cupped my face with a hand like I was something delicate and his lips found mine. He kissed me with such devotion and tenderness, any worry I had melted away. His hand left my face and brushed the length of my arm. "What's that scar from?" he asked, running fingers along the length of it.

  I moved my arm between us, resting a palm against his chest over his tattoo, so he couldn't touch it. "I broke my arm."

  "But..."

  "It didn't heal properly, so it had to have surgery. I have a metal pin stuck in it. They love me at airport security."

  He seemed to get that I was edging around the question, so he let it drop, but not before sighing.

  "What?" I asked, scowling.

  "It's not a very clean surgical scar."

  "Well, that's what happened." I went to roll over away from him, but a strong arm circled around my waist.

  "I didn't mean anything by it, Zo," he said. "You don't have to tell me everything, but I'd hope that you'd trust me enough to anyway."

  "Likewise," I frowned, knowing how much of a lie that was. It wasn't like I didn't want to tell him the truth, it was more like I wasn't ready yet. Maybe he was the same.

  His hand found mine, fingers entwining.

  "I need to take a shower." I slid out of bed, wrapping the top sheet around myself, but our fingers were still linked and he pulled me back.

  "After last night, you're embarrassed about me looking at you?" he asked with a grin.

  "Stop it," I said with a small laugh.

  Before I could get up, he tugged the sheet away and cold air caressed my skin. I watched as his eyes took every inch of my exposed body, devouring.

  "You don't have any reason to be embarrassed," he said.

  "Well, in that case," I declared, and to his amusement I stood up and wandered into the bathroom completely naked.

  Turning on the shower, I smiled to myself. This feeling of contentment was so warm, I didn't want it to go away. I was more confident in myself than I'd ever been. I held my hand underneath the flow of water, waiting for it to warm up, my skin pricking with goose bumps. The door eased open behind me and I didn't have to look up to know what Will wanted.

  His lips brushed against my ear, sending a shiver right down my spine and into all the right places. "Do you really think I could stay in the other room, knowing you're in here, naked and rubbing soap all over yourself?"

  His hands ran down my waist and over my hips, and when his fingers found my clit, I let out a gasp and fell back into his chest, my eyes closing.

  "Get in," he ordered, guiding me into the shower. His dominance didn't bother me one bit. I'd never been with a man before who paid so much attention to me. Getting me off, got him off.

  The warm water cascaded over our bodies, washing away evidence from last night, but Will was far from done. He was hard against my lower back, his fingers circling my clit, lips against my neck. A hand came up, cupping my breast, a nipple rolling between his thumb and forefinger. It was so overwhelming, a strangled moan escaped my lips and my hands slid over his, pushing his fingers towards my opening.

  "You feel so good," he gasped, slipping a finger inside, grinding his erection into my ass.

  As a second finger joined the first, I rolled my hips into his hand, his palm rubbing against my clit. "Will."

  He moved his fingers in and out, circling is palm against me and I felt another orgasm building inside. Without inhibition, my head fell back into the crook of his neck and a loud moan came from that deep place inside me, the place that only Will seemed to inhabit.

  "Come for me, Zoe," he m
urmured, nipping the edge of my jaw with his teeth. "Come for me."

  Rolling with each thrust of his fingers rubbed his erection into my ass and I could feel the tension in his body against mine. But, he didn't stop to please himself. He fucked me harder with his hand, faster until the spasms of another shattering orgasm washed over me, my insides clenching around his fingers. I cried out his name over and over, not caring what he thought, only feeling the pleasure he'd pulsed through my body again.

  Only when he pulled away, turning me around to face him, did I see the effect I had on him in his features. His eyes burned with fire and that fire was for me.

  "Fuck, Zoe," he gasped, pressing me back into the cool tiles, lips on mine, his erection against my stomach. His kiss was deep and full of lust, his tongue tasting every inch of mine.

  When he pulled away, he gazed at me with hooded eyes, his teeth tugging against his bottom lip.

  Remembering what he'd asked me last night, I reached out for him, my fingers wrapping around his hard length. "What do you want?" I asked, my voice low.

  He drew in a sharp hiss when I moved my hand up, a thumb circling his tip. His hips rolled forward, pushing my hand down again.

  "That," he murmured, his forearms against the tiles either side of me, my back still hard against them.

  As I ran my hand up and down his length, he dropped his head against my shoulder, and my skin tingled with the gusts of his laboured breathing.

  "Faster." He lightly grazed my neck with his teeth, a deep moan rumbling into me. I fucked him harder with my hand, squeezing, the water from the shower pounding over us. My other hand grasped his ass, fingernails biting into skin and he thrust harder, growling in uninhibited pleasure.

  "Come for me," I whispered into his ear and with another thrust into my tight fingers, he came hard, spilling against my stomach in hot bursts.

  "God, Zoe," he breathed hard against my cheek, his body sagging against mine. "I never knew it could feel like this."

  "Neither did I," I whispered, reveling in the feel of his naked body against mine. "Neither did I."

  After breakfast down at the motel buffet, Will decided he wanted to take me for a walk. It wasn't a long walk on the beach as he jokingly put it, but a long walk down the main drag of town instead. The ocean was a couple of hours drive to the south at least and we had a show that night.