Page 47 of What Happened Last Night

“It’s new,” he said. Then, after a long pause as if he wasn’t sure whether he should say it, “You’re the first woman to see it.”

My chest suddenly went so tight I could barely breathe. I had to say something so that I wouldn’t start crying or ask him to marry me. “Is it meaningful? The wolf?”

“I didn’t think so at first. I chose it because I wanted a tattoo, and I liked it.” His hand rubbed over the curve of my hip. “But it does have meaning. It’s my secret self. It also makes me think about drive, ambition, focus. It makes me think about being my natural animal instead of being what people want me to be. When I look at it now, it makes me think about a lot of things.”

That was typical Will. Even when he was getting a tattoo, he was thinking about it in the most interesting way. “Well, it’s smoking hot,” I told him. “Just so you know.”

I felt his breath against my neck, then the press of his lips. “Thank you.”

“Oh, my god, what are you doing?” I asked as his kisses moved up my neck.

“Not much,” he replied against my skin. “We’ll go to sleep soon. It’s late, and we need to pace ourselves. There’s only one more condom.”

“That’s incorrect,” I said, mirroring his polite tone. “There are two condoms in each bathroom. And they’re refilled from a box kept in a cabinet in the laundry room.”

He sighed against my skin, as if relieved. “That’s very good news.”

I had an IUD, but I wasn’t ready to have that conversation just yet. Tonight was already too much. I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy the feeling of him kissing my skin, and then I rolled back so he could kiss my mouth, which he did. Gently, leisurely, but now I knew what he was like when he lost control, and I wanted that again.

He stopped kissing me long enough to speak. “I’m still very angry with you for driving here,” he said. “I haven’t forgotten that. I’m also angry that you tried to quit.”

“I can quit if I want,” I said, but the words had no bite to them. “You can’t stop me.”

“I can’t,” he agreed. “But tell me honestly. Do you want to quit?”

I bit my lip.

“I didn’t think so,” Will said, as if I’d spoken. “So it’s out of the question, then.”

I didn’t want to quit, but it was late, and I was naked in bed with Will, and my thoughts were jumbled. “What do we do?” I asked him, panic in my voice.

His reply was to shake his head as he looked down at me, his lean body propped on an elbow. “It’s like you don’t know me,” he said calmly. “I’ll figure it out.”

Right. Figuring things out was Will’s superpower. I didn’t want to think about the future right now, when he was pressed against me like this, when I could finally touch him however I wanted. I ran my thumb over his collarbone, then ran my hand over the taut line of his shoulder. “So you’ll stop being angry, then?” I asked.

He stayed very still as I memorized his bicep, taking in the tender skin of his inner arm. I felt him suppress a shiver. He had a light dusting of hair on his chest, which fascinated me. I’d wondered many times what he looked like shirtless, and now I knew. He was lean, strong, agile, his skin sensitive. It was even better than I’d imagined.

“I’ll think about it,” he said, answering the question I’d forgotten I’d asked. His voice was strained. I ran my hand down his flat stomach, taking my time, making him shiver again, touching the hair that arrowed down to his belly button and below. My pulse was speeding up—the Will effect. I moved lower and curled my fingers around his cock, because why not? We were here, and tonight his body was all mine.

Will let out a breath as I stroked him, and then he leaned down and kissed me. I was going to make a witty comment about his refractory period, but I was too busy kissing him back, and then I stopped thinking. He tasted so good. Why didn’t this man kiss women all day, every day? He was incredible at it. He was going to waste, spending all of his time alone, playing video games, not kissing anyone.

No, scratch that. He shouldn’t kiss anyone but me ever again.

I hooked a leg over his hip, trying to get him closer, and when he broke the kiss, Will said in a rasp, “I’ve learned something new about you, too, Luna. You’re insatiable.”

I couldn’t even answer. I couldn’t say that I hadn’t been like this with anyone else, that I barely recognized myself, this woman who was so desperate and needy and bold. I stroked him some more, but Will grasped my wrist and pinned it to the bed next to my shoulder.

“I’m not leaving tomorrow,” I said.

“You’re fucking right you’re not.” One of his hands slid under me, and then I was flipped onto my stomach like I weighed nothing. He lifted my hips, positioning me. “We’re not nearly done.”

Oh, I liked that. The words vibrated through me as I grabbed a pillow. There was a brief pause for Will to put on a condom, and then he pushed inside me in the most filthy, delicious move, making me cry out into the pillow with pleasure.

It was decadent, having him like this, face down on the bed. It was raw, incredible, and I surrendered to it, to the sensation of the pillow under my cheek and his body behind me. I was vaguely aware that the thunder and lightning had stopped, and there was only the two of us together, his hands on me so sure and steady, making me feel wanted and safe. I closed my eyes, and when he went deeper, reaching a hand down to stroke me, I rode the long, slow waves of pleasure until I came.

Then he joined me, and when we were finished, I tipped over into exhaustion, not thinking about anything at all.

TWENTY-TWO

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