Page 110 of Connectio

My pulse spikes.

My underwear sticks to my skin.

He groans, so I rock against his finger and bite my lip, my heavy-lidded eyes holding his.

Will doesn’t hesitate and tears my panties down my legs, spreads my knees apart, and leans forward, his tongue a continuous, delicious lash.

A moan so arduous and filthy sweeps past my lips, my back bowing as I grip the edge of the benchtop. Will props my feet on his shoulders then slides two fingers inside me, his lips and beard glistening as he smiles like a greedy devil. I want to smile too, but I can’t, the pressure and sensation with each slide, twitch, and flick almost too much to bear.

“Will,” I pant.

He plunges his fingers deeper, brows drawn, muscles tense, his fingertips stroking the perfect spot. Heat explodes all over my body, and I cry out, writhing uncontrollably.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” He pumps me over and over, slower and slower until he slides his fingers out, yanks his underwear down, and presses the tip of his cock against my clit, using his hand to rub it against me so fast another climax hits me like a thunderbolt.

“Oh God!” I scream as he lets go, drives into me, rears back, and drives in again, his hands gripping my hips as his body slams mine like a drumbeat—quick, fast, relentless, his rhythm perfect.

Will roars, dirty and guttural, and I almost come again just from the sheer sexiness of it. Everything about him is wild and animalistic—the ink etched across his skin, the sweat-dampened hair on his chest, the heavy and hooded look in his eyes. He’s no clean-cut, prim and proper Prince Charming, and I sure as hell don’t want him to be. Not now, not ever.

His eyes meet mine and sparkle as he smiles, our breathing laboured, and just like that, dark and dirty turns to light.

“Come here,” he says and offers his hand to pull me up.

Wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, I kiss him hard, holding him tight, never wanting to let go.

He chose me. He wants me, just as I am—a little damaged but not broken. And for the first time in my life, I can see a happily ever after.

I relax, snuggle into the crook of his neck, and murmur, “I love you.” I don’t care if he doesn’t say it back. I said it for me, and for now, that’s enough.

“Er… can we come in now?” Carly calls out from the hallway.

My body stiffens, and I jerk back, eyes wide, the shade “mortification” my new complexion.

“Shit!” I shove Will away and pull my dress over my shoulders. “Uh… just a minute,” I sing out.

He lifts his jeans and chuckles as he fastens his zip and button.

“Stop laughing,” I hiss. “Where’s my underwear?”

“Don’t know. I tossed them.”

I try to murder him with my eyeballs.

“I think I see them on the table,” Carly says. “Which is disgusting, by the way. I eat there.”

Oh my God! “No, you don’t,” I snap. “You eat in the lounge room.” I point to my underwear and mouth, “Quick!” to Will. “Go get them.”

He strides over to the table and glances down the hallway. “Hey, Jaws.”

“Hey!”

He picks up my underwear and twirls it round his finger before tipping his chin and adding, “Mate.”

Mate? Myface burns hotter than a jalapeno.

“Derek?” I mouth, cringing.

Will nods once, and I simply want to strangle him. How can he be so cool, calm, and collected? So relaxed and proud?