Page 50 of Handle with Care
“I’d love that.”
“You’ll have to see me naked.”
I laugh with delight. “Yes, please. I’ve been fantasizing about that particular scenario for some time, let’s be honest. Because, well, it’s you. And believe me, you’re a tough act to follow. Like, I’ve been trying to go on my planned dating campaign since that night together in the hotel. Yet no one’s measuring up to you, not even close?—”
“I had a migraine, and I was a wreck—” Will protests in dismay, shaking his head.
“No accounting for taste,” I quip.
Will growls, and I grin, thrilling at his response. He takes a step closer. This time, I put my hands lightly over his firm bicepsand run them down his arms as he shivers. “What if we didn’t stop? I mean, who says we have to stop at midnight tonight—” he says recklessly. “God.”
He’s very easily within kissing distance as the space between us closes in with agonizing slowness.
“What are you suggesting?” I breathe.
“Maybe… maybe we do this again. In secret. Maybe then… or maybe that’s a terrible idea.”
I admire the speed of his rationalizing. “It’s okay to have what you want, Will?—”
Then he’s kissing me, catching my jaw with his hands. I groan, pressing into him, pausing long enough to clutch his wrist. I lean into his palms.
“You’re sure?” I ask.
“I’m sure. Just…”
“Just?”
“Be careful with me, because I can’t… I don’t know how… I don’t know how to get over this,” Will admits. “How to get over you. Even if it’s only once.”
“God.” Goose bumps cover my arms, seeing the urgent desire burning across his face. “And yes, we can do this again if you want. Or not?—”
Then, our kisses blaze again. This time, I’m mindful of Will’s balance, and he leans back against the door. With care, I unbutton the rest of his shirt, skim my hands under the soft cotton against the warmth of his torso. Will shudders against me. He buries his face against my neck for a moment, breathing me in. I shiver, his hair tickling my jaw.
“I want to see you naked.” When Will straightens, his gaze is something to see, flustered and yearning at the same time. “In fact, I insist. Please?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” I beam at him.
Will laughs too. And I lean in so he can help unbutton my shirt, while I efficiently unfasten my belt with a metallic jangle. My shirt falls to the floor. I hear his sharp intake of breath. I run my hand along his chest, helping him with his belt too. Then I run a teasing hand along the front of his jeans, feeling the outline of his cock as he groans, arching into my hand.
“More.” Will shivers.
“More,” I confirm. My mouth blazes a trail along the line of his throat and jaw, now making efficient work out of unbuttoning his jeans.
“Dylan…” he says softly. “Let’s take this to the bedroom. It’ll be easier for me.”
“Right, of course.” Still in our jeans, we make our way to Will’s airy bedroom, with its lofty ceilings and wood shuttered windows, a spacious bed with more than enough room for two. There’s a folded compact wheelchair in the corner, along with a pair of aluminum crutches. Everything in his room is orderly like something out of a magazine, along with an overflowing bookcase full of novels that I’ll have to explore later.
I let myself gawp without shame for at least five seconds before refocusing on Will as he sits on the edge of the bed. He reaches for me, and I approach, all too happy to let him free me from my jeans and underwear, which soon fall in a tangle to the floor. Then when he draws my cock deep into his mouth, the sensation of his teasing tongue makes me shudder, an incredible warmth.
“Oh fuck yeah,” I breathe, thrilled to be naked before him, even more thrilled to have him doing this to me. Groaning happily, I lightly run my fingers through the silk of his hair. I press against his mouth, an ache deep in my balls matched by the thundering in my chest. I’m more than hard and wanting.
Finally, Will tilts his head back to look at me when I gasp for air. He reaches his arms to pull me close, and we fall together onthe bed on our sides, and I’m soon helping him out of his jeans. He’s hard too, and I stroke him as he cries out with pleasure, shivering. He’s fucking hot, making nonsense sounds as I slide his boxers and jeans down from his hips.
“What do you want, gorgeous? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you. I want you inside of me.”
“Good thing I brought condoms and lube, then.”
