Page 75 of There's No Us Without You
Lost.
But I’m not afraid of it. My body aches to know what his hands would feel like against my skin.
Between my legs.
I shake my head. “No,” I whisper, my eyes darting between his.
A low growl vibrates through Will’s chest. “I wouldn’t push me right now, Sunshine. It won’t end well for you.”
Sunshine? Will has a nickname for me?
We are yet to have a conversation about what us sleeping in the same bed means, but it means something—at least to me it does.
I place a tentative hand on Will’s chest, the warmth of his body seeping through the thin fabric of the black cotton shirt.Groaning, he closes his eyes for a long moment, just breathing, his heart thundering under my touch.
My hand is tingling with the need to explore every inch of his hard body, and I’m aching between my thighs, so I lift a leg and shuffle to the right just a fraction, my body taking over from my brain, to straddle Will’s thigh. It may be presumptuous of me to assume he wants me the way I want him, but I’m sick and tired of beating around the bush when it comes to this man.
If there’s ever a moment to transform into the person I want to be—one who takes what they want—it’s now.
Will’s eyes fly open, his jaw clenched. “Eden.” His voice rumbles out of his chest, so low, I barely recognise it.
“Will,” I whisper, my eyes darting between his.
I’ll fucking beg at this point.
I’ve been so deprived of physical touch, Ineedhim to touch me. Make me moan and shake and lose myself entirely until I forget where I begin and he ends.
I lick my dry lips, and shift my hips just a little, the pressure of Will’s muscular thigh against my pussy just the right amount. I let out a small whimper.
Will moves his hands so they’re now palms down on either side of the bench, caging me in. With each heavy breath, our lips get closer and closer, until?—
“So,” Tyler says, as he rounds the corner, “what can I do to help?”
“Fuck.” Will steps back, leaving me panting like a dog in heat. “I’ll be back,” he says, before stalking towards the front door, hands fisted at his sides.
The door opens and slams shut seconds later, making my heart race for an entirely different reason.
I may have just ruined everything.
I’m so caught up in trying to handle my hormones, I don’t notice Tyler come up beside me until he pokes me in the ribs. Fora moment, I’d totally forgotten he was here, my body taking over the moment Will pressed up against me.
“We doing this or what?” he says, giving my shoulder a nudge. “It’s been so long since I’ve had home-made pizza.” With a tilt of his head, he rubs an eyebrow. “Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever had home-made pizza. Will and I only ever got the frozen kind growing up.”
My entire body deflates, my excitement from moments ago now a distant memory. “Ever?”
Tyler only shrugs and smiles, grabbing the container of yeast before shaking it in front of me. “Show me what to do.”
Plastering on a smile, I head into the pantry and snatch the bag of flour from the top shelf. Then I hand it to Tyler with a measuring cup before telling him how much I need.
As he measures out the flour, I gather everything else needed, and try to ignore the way my heart is slamming against my ribcage.
Does that mean Will has never had home-made pizza either? I swipe at a stray tear. That’s so fucking sad.
TWENTY-ONE
Emerson
I’ve been countingdown the hours until I get to see Eden and Will, but when I step through the front door to find her in the kitchen with Tyler, I freeze.
