Page 71 of What Happened Last Night

His hand rested on the nightstand drawer. He could push my hand away and force the issue. He didn’t. He waited, silently asking for my consent.

My gaze landed on his ink again. He’d showed me this—something he’d done in private, only for himself, something he hadn’t let anyone look at. Until me. He’d let me see it. All I did was push and pry, and he let me see everything.

I swallowed and lifted my hand away. “Okay, fine.”

Still, he waited. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“I can stop.” He meant it. He’d made his point, and he had no desire to hurt me. I loved him so much in that moment. I loved him with everything I had.

“You can open it,” I said.

He leaned down and kissed my mouth, slow and sweet, lingering against my lips. “I’m sure it isn’t that bad,” he reassured me.

“I want you to open it,” I said. “Do it.”

He gave me another second to change my mind, and then he opened the drawer. “Oh,” he said when he looked inside. “I like this. A lot.”

I bit my lip and twisted beneath him as he lifted out my vibrator. “I don’t use it often,” I babbled. “Just occasionally. I haven’t had a boyfriend in a long time. And even when I did—you know. Usually I didn’t—you know. It isn’t an everyday thing, I swear. It’s just that sometimes—”

Will hit the button, and the vibrator turned on. He looked down at me, his gaze dark. We both knew now that I kept it charged, sitting in that drawer.

And I could see it in his eyes—that turned him on.

He was hot for this. Will thought my vibrator was sexy.

And suddenly, so did I. I couldn’t remember why I’d been embarrassed. I felt my lips part and my body relax. He wasn’t going to use it on me, was he? He couldn’t—I’d never had a man do that. It was a solo thing, wasn’t it? Did guys do that?

Will leaned down and kissed me again, this time sliding his tongue along the inside of my lip, tasting me. Slow and filthy. I whimpered into his mouth.

He broke off. “It has different speeds?” he asked softly, and when I nodded, he turned back to the vibrator, finding the right button and pushing it. “Ah,” he said, the genius making a new discovery as he made it go faster, then faster again, then slower, then off. “Which speed do you use? Actually, don’t answer that. I’d like to figure it out myself.”

“Really?” I gasped.

“Oh, yes.” His tone was dark and full of promise. “Take everything off, Luna, and get comfortable. We’re going to experiment.”

I had never torn my underwear off so quickly in my life. “Okay, but you have to get naked, too. And I want you. And I have an IUD, so we don’t need condoms.”

Will paused and closed his eyes. “Jesus, Luna. Try not to turn me on so much at once. It’s a little much, even for me.”

I kissed him, and he kissed me back. We tangled, and I got lost in the feel and the taste and the scent of him, his skin warm against mine in my bed. Then he was naked, and I marveled again at how right his hands felt on my skin. He touched me for a long time, slow and easy, and then he picked up the vibrator and turned it on.

We experimented. He was a very, very fast learner.

I was glad no one else was home, because Will Hale sent me into space that night, and I made every sound imaginable. It was possible the neighbors heard me, or the people across the street. I didn’t care. When that man put his mind to something, he did it all the way, and he made no mistakes.

There was something to be said for dating a genius. Which was a fact I already knew.

THIRTY-TWO

Will

It probably worked against me that I showed up to golf for the first time in a Mercedes. Luna’s brothers already thought I was a rich asshole. But I couldn’t help it. It was the only car I owned.

It didn’t help, either, that I was wearing all-new golf clothes, but what was I supposed to do? I didn’t own any golf clothes, because I’d never played the sport before. I had to wear something. So I’d gone out and bought pants and a shirt. I drew the line at wearing cliché patterns, so both the pants and the shirt were black. The shirt had a white stripe down the side seam and a sports logo I didn’t recognize on the breast. The man at the golf shop said it was the best money could buy. Black would be hot to wear in summer, but it wasn’t a problem when you golfed in fall.

The third strike against me was, of course, that I was late. It was only by thirty-five minutes, but still.

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