Page 138 of Learn Your Lesson

“Will,” I breathed against his lips, his name a question and an invocation.

“Fuck the rules,” was all he answered, and then we were moving.

Blindly, we bounced down the hallway, me stepping on his feet as he dragged me along without wanting to break the kiss. When we’d hit a wall, he’d press me into it, dragging that kiss along my jaw and down my neck before he’d claim my mouth again.

Each time he did, we both moaned together, the next kiss always sweeter than the last.

He was everywhere, his hands on my body, thigh pressing between mine, hips caging, chest breathing hard in time with my own. I ceased to exist outside of his touch.

It was all consuming, a fiery surrender and a shock of light against a dark sky.

I knew we were in his room only by the way his scent invaded me. It was his body wash and leather and rope and that particular smell that was justhim. The scent completely enveloped me when I was laid down in his sheets, and my heart ricocheted in my chest.

He’d never fucked me here before.

The only time I’d been inside this room was for a shower after our first lesson, and even that had been brief.

There was nothing rushed about this.

Will took his time, like time was all we had, slowly peeling our clothes off one article at a time. My dress, slipped over my head and left in a puddle on the floor. His shirt, pulled over his head with one hand behind his neck. My bra, unclasped and shoved aside. His shorts, button unfastened, zipper tugged down, fabric ripped to his ankles before he was descending on me again.

He punctuated each new loss of clothing with a parade of kisses along the newly exposed skin until we were both bare and trembling, holding onto each other in the darkness of that room as if it were our first time.

“Need you,” he managed on a low, rough breath as he slid between my legs. He kissed me hard with the admission, his brow furrowed, heartbeat labored where I felt it thrumming through his chest. “Need you so fucking much.”

I dug my nails into his back to signal that I felt the same — that I’d maybe felt it longer than I’d ever admit.

I didn’t know what it meant, that he was breaking his own rules, that he’d opened up to me today and he was kissing me tonight, and that when he slid inside me, we both cried out and clung to each other.

But I knew it meantsomething.

There was a monumental shift. I felt it in every thrust of his hips, with every slide of him inside me, with every kiss he pressed along my jaw, my collarbone, and most of all, against my lips.

He moved slowly and with purpose, like he was trying to write poetry with every measured flex. There was no dirty talk, no commands, no filth whispered into my ear.

It was sensual and deep, our connection that night. It was a joining of souls. It was a white flag of surrender, a victory cry from a hard-fought battle won.

Will pressed up onto his elbows so he could lock his eyes on mine, and those honey wells held my gaze as he continued to fuck me slow and deep. The sensation of having him looking at me like that felt more powerful than anything happening below our waists, and it sent me spiraling.

I came without trying. I came with a whimpered cry and my eyes squeezing shut and my heart pounding out of my rib cage as the slow waves washed over me.

Will came right behind me, his groan low and reverberating through my throat as he kissed me there and flexed harder, deeper, burying himself in me like he never wanted to leave.

Then, he was kissing me again, his mouth on mine, tongue seeking access until I let him in. He stole what little breath I was holding onto with that kiss, and then he was moving inside me again, his release slicking me and making round two so easy to begin.

He pulled me on top, and I rode him just as slowly as he’d taken me, until he was leaning up, pulling me against him, kissing me deep as we both found a second release.

I didn’t know what time it was when we finally cleaned up.

I didn’t know what was racing through his mind as he washed me and kissed me and dried me with a soft towel before leading me back to bed.

I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring.

But I knew that this time, he asked me to stay.

This time, he curled his hot, massive body around mine and pulled me into him, fitting us together like puzzle pieces.

This time, he held tight, like he would never let me go.