Page 54 of What Happened Last Night

Despite how hot I felt, how flushed my body was, I also felt my throat go tight. “Because you’re a gentleman,” I said.

He went subtly still at the word, his brows creasing as he thought it over. “No one says that anymore.”

“I do.”

“Drop your arms,” he said, his voice gentle.

Holding my breath, I lowered my arms to my sides.

“Sit back on the bed.”

I maneuvered so my butt was on the bed, my knees up. “Like this?”

“Almost,” Will said. “Lie back.”

Oh, lord. This position was less sass, more vulnerability. The rumpled sheets were cool against my back as I obeyed.

There was the soft sound of the towel dropping, and then the bed dipped as Will got on at the foot. He positioned himself with his shoulders between my bent knees, his mouth dropping to just above my belly button, his breath fanning my skin. One of his hands moved slowly from the inside of my knee down to my inner thigh.

“Luna,” he said, “I’m going to do something very ungentlemanly to you now. Tell me if you object.”

My lips could barely form words. “No objection,” I managed.

“Good. I’m going to take my time with it, because we have all day.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, aside from Yes, please or That sounds incredible or I’ve never been with someone who was good at this or maybe just mindless begging, because I wanted Will’s mouth on me. I wanted it now.

And I got it. A light touch at first, then another. The slow, sure sweep of a fingertip. My hips tried to push up off the bed, but he pressed me back down, then dipped his head again. Slow and sure, over and over…and over.

My body unwound and my thoughts fled. I closed my eyes and let him take over, let him touch me how he wanted to, how he thought was best. At some point in the wave of bliss he increased the pressure so perfectly that I gasped his name. His tongue owned me, and when he slid two fingertips inside me, I stopped saying words and only made sounds. I didn’t know when it would end—maybe now, maybe never. It didn’t matter. I knew that he would make it good, so good. I only had to wait.

He had me like that, naked in the morning sunlight, sprawled in the center of the bed, gasping and completely open to him. I let go. I made every noise I wanted, as loud as I wanted, while I let him do whatever he pleased.

The orgasm, when it came, was the most delicious thing I’d ever experienced. Will held me through it, his hands bracing me as the shudders racked through my body. He whispered filthy words against my skin and made me into someone I’d never been before.

After that, nothing mattered. I wasn’t sure anything else would matter again.

TWENTY-FIVE

Will

The line in the coffee shop was long enough that I could scan my emails on my phone while I waited. It was early, but Luna had already organized my inbox, prioritizing what I needed to read and labeling everything else. I tried to focus on business, but I kept imagining her on her laptop in her apartment, sorting through my email with Seamus the unicorn in the background.

The vacation was over. We’d made the maximum possible use of those precious eighty-seven hours—on the bed, on the bathroom counter, and yes, in the kitchen. I could check kitchen-counter sex off my bucket list. The position required a little strategizing and precision of angle, but I was sure I could master it with practice.

At the front of the line, I ordered my coffee. Luna and I had decided to make our business hours as businesslike as possible so that work would run smoothly. That meant that she was back at her apartment and I was at mine. We’d do our usual workday routine. What happened after hours was up to us.

Neither of us had any idea if this setup would work, but it was the only idea we had at the moment. I was planning to give it my all.

I was so caught up in my thoughts of Luna that I didn’t notice the woman standing in front of me at first. I only snapped to attention when she grabbed my arm and steered me to a table, dropping into the chair across from me.

She was about my age, blond, with glasses. Pretty. Her hair was tied back, and though her face was narrower than Luna’s, her eyes a different color, and she was taller than Luna, when I looked closely, I saw a resemblance.

“You don’t know me,” she said, fixing me with a stare. “My name is Katie.”

I knew who Katie was. Luna had talked about her dozens of times. “You’re Luna’s cousin,” I said.

“And you’re Will Hale, Luna’s new boyfriend,” Katie said.

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