Page 138 of There's No Us Without You
Like the hulk, he stands in the open doorway with eyes so dark, I don’t know whether to cry or spread my legs for him. My bet is if he touched me, my legs would open all on their own and there’d be no crying unless it was from pure pleasure.
“Give it here.” Will holds his hand out for the remote.
I glance at the requested item I’m still clutching. In the heat of the moment, I’d totally forgotten I had it.
It’s the chase I wanted—needed.
And now I want Will to pin me down, press his weight on top of me, rip my pants from my legs and force himself inside me.
Hard.
I want to claw at his skin, make him bleed.
Jesus.
Where have these impulses been hiding?
Will stalks towards me. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” His tone is dark and ominous as he lowers himself to kneel between my legs.
Slowly he crawls up my body until his arms are on either side of my head, and he’s undressing me with his eyes the entire time. “What did I say?”
“Wh... what?” I swallow hard, my mouth so damn dry.
“What did I say would happen if I caught you?”
For a moment, all I can do is stare at him, his lips, the vein bulging in his forehead.
“Eden? Words.”
Right. Yes. Words.
“You said—” Fuck, what did he say? Oh, that’s right. “You said if you caught me, I’m yours.”
The slowest of smirks creeps onto his lips, igniting something buried deep down inside me. A darkness, a longing to be taken against my will, but in the most trusting of ways.
Is that even a thing?
“That’s right.” His gaze drops to my lips. “You’re mine now.”
In the next instant, Will crushes his mouth to mine. The remote falls from my grasp as I move to fist the front of his shirt, pulling him closer.
Thank god he wants this as much as I do because I don’t know what I would have done otherwise.
Our hands are everywhere, our tongues forceful as they fight for dominance.
A hand slides up my tight-covered thigh, the warmth of Will’s palm burning me through the thin fabric. Goosebumps ignite over my skin, and I shiver when his fingers brush over my pussy.
I’m soaked, I know that much, and when Will groans into my mouth and slides his hand down the front of my tights, my body ignites. Shoving my underwear to the side, he plunges two fingers inside me.
My pussy is slick enough for his fingers to drive in and out of me with ease. With the palm of his hand rubbing against my clit, I grind my hips to increase the friction.
“Greedy girl,” he says against my lips. “You want to come on my fingers, baby?”
“Oh... god.” My grip on his shirt tightens, and I pull away from his lips slightly to catch my breath. “Will.” Breathing hard,my chest rising and falling in quick pants, I’m on the edge. “I... I’m going to—holy shit.”
So close. So, so close.
That is, until a loud banging pulls me out of the moment. I squeeze my eyes shut to stay connected to the feel of Will’s fingers inside me, except that does nothing when Emerson’s voice travels up the stairs.
