Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
WILLA
Oh my God, give a girl a break, traffic gods! Some of us have to get home to get naked with Greyson from That’s So Wizard over here!
I did the right thing by not dropping the kids off at the curb.
I went inside the trampoline gym to make sure they were all comfortable there with their friends, made small talk with Riley’s mom and the other parents and nannies for a minute, and then bolted back to the car while visualizing all of the amazing things I want to do to Shane’s penis.
I’ll be lucky if I get back to the house in the next fifteen minutes, which means I’ll only have time to do like ten awesome things to him.
He deserves more. Or maybe it’s fine. Hopefully this will be the first of many penis things I’ll be able to do to him. We should probably take it slow.
Not the traffic—dammit. The traffic needs to take it much, much faster.
I accidentally honk the horn again. Shrug and wave apologetically again. I’m probably going to get shot. I need to calm down.
This is going to be the first time I have sex with a guy I actually care about.
The guy I was somewhat mildly obsessed with for my entire adolescence.
My brother’s best friend.
My employer.
Shit.
Is this the worst idea ever?
Have I lost my mind?
Telling him that I’m on the pill while his children are eating breakfast in the same room?
He must think I’m a total tramp.
I must be having an allergic reaction to his pheromones.
Maybe we should wait a few months, until I’m not working for him anymore.
I’ve waited this long. A few months of getting to know each other better as friends could only make it better when we finally…what? Bone each other a couple of times and then he’s off to do a movie with the girl from Twilight? Or Hermione? Because what actor wouldn’t rather be with them?
I let the minivan in the next lane get in ahead of me.
By the time I’ve turned onto Shane’s driveway, I have convinced myself that I should just tell him we need to chill.
By the time I’ve parked the Volvo in the garage, I am thinking it would be a good idea to tell him that it may have been a mistake, what happened last night, but it was my fault.
By the time I’ve opened the door to the house, I am sure of it.
But as soon as I step inside, Shane’s arm is around my waist and he’s pulling me to him.
“Fucking hell, I’ve been dying for you, Willa.”
My eyelids instinctively close and my hands reach for his face.
He breathes in the skin of my neck, massaging my hips, sliding his hands up and down my waist. His hands, oh God, his hands. He touches me like he owns me, and I want to give him everything.
His hair is damp, and he’s wearing an unbuttoned shirt and jeans. I’m pressed up against his warm, bare chest. This is heaven.
I’m smelling cologne on him for the first time. Dear God, it’s a Giorgio Armani absolu. Top notes—bergamot, marine notes, something fruity. Middle notes—hints of lavender and rosemary. Base notes—oh fuck it, he smells hot. He just smells hot. I want to eat him up.
I pull my head back so I can see his handsome face.
His eyes are hooded, blue like the late-afternoon sea, his jaw tense.
So serious. Don’t even joke about that. I tilt my head up to press my lips against his, a half-kiss.
Savoring this calm before the storm of our bodies crashing against each other.
He rests his forehead against mine, hands up in my hair, slowly exploring my breasts, my waist, my hips. “Beautiful girl, what have you done to me?” His hands cup my face. He smooths his thumb across my bottom lip, and I suck it into my mouth, moaning and watching him as I do.
Heat flashes in his eyes. He licks his lips. Makes a deep, guttural sound, like a shot fired, and the race to do as much to each other’s bodies as we can begins.
I pull his shirt down off his shoulders, running my hands down the smooth, toned muscles of his arms. He tosses the shirt to the floor and pushes me against the wall, kissing me hard on the mouth, practically growling, and then dropping to his knees and disappearing under my dress.
Oh sweet Jesus, he tugs my panties down.
I feel his thumb brush up against my clit, and then he grabs hold of my ass, slides one hand down the back of one thigh, hiking my leg up over his shoulder.
He licks and then bites the flesh of my inner thigh and proceeds to do all of the amazing things he did last night to my lady parts with his fingers—with his tongue this time.
I cannot do any penis things to him from this position.
My eyes roll back inside my head. “Oh, shit.” I melt into the wall, into his hands, into his tongue.
His flicking, circling, sweeping tongue.
His gentle, punishing, determined tongue.
I’m whimpering and floating up and caving in on myself.
My hands slap against the wall, trying to find some leverage, bracing myself.
And now his fingers get in on the action too.
“Shane. Oh my God. How many of you are down there?”
He answers by moaning, pushing his fingers up to my hips and pulsing his tongue in and out and in and out.
My entire being is struck by a hot jolt of electricity, and then my hips follow his rhythm, warmth radiating up and out from my center and back to where his tongue penetrates me.
It feels too good. I scream out his name and then cover my mouth because I’m making such loud noises.
“I want to hear you,” he says from under my dress. “I want to hear you come.”
I uncover my mouth and whimper. I squeeze my thighs together, wriggling away from him. It has to stop. It’s too much. I’ve never ever gotten enough from a guy, but this feels like so much more than my body can handle and it’s just the beginning.
“Shane.”
He continues licking me, pressing my trembling thighs together even more with his palms and then sucking on my clit.
“Oh God!”
My life flashes before my eyes, and it turns out my life has just been one long pre-orgasm leading up to this.
He goes back to kissing me down there and doesn’t stop until my hips have stopped rolling, until my body has stopped jerking and tensing, until every cell of my body has gone from screaming to whispering his name.
His head finally reemerges from under my dress, but I still feel little electric shocks in my core.
What just happened?
I’m limp as a ragdoll, but I also feel like I could run a marathon.
Before I can even mutter his name again or say the other thing I’m thinking—That was so wizard—he’s carrying me in his arms to my bedroom. He kicks the door shut. Just in case the kids come home, I guess. Or to keep me from running out—as if.
He lowers me to the foot of the bed, lifts me up to sit, kneels before me to untie my Keds. Such a dad move, oh my God.
When my shoes are off, he stands up, takes my hands and holds them up, pulling my dress over my head.
The dress gets tossed aside. I can barely keep my heavy eyelids open, but his eyes are wide and appreciative.
I am completely naked before him in this white filtered natural light, and I’m not even afraid of him seeing me.
“Willa…look at you. Goddamn.”
I run my fingers through my hair and toss it all behind my shoulders so he can see everything, dragging my fingertips down the side of my neck, between my breasts.
He groans and reaches for me, but I reach for his jeans, looking up at him as I unbutton and unzip, maneuvering them so they can drop to his ankles. He steps out of them, kicking them aside. The bulge in his black boxer briefs is magnificent.
“Wow, your pen really is bigger than mine,” I mutter.
I cup it with one hand while tracing my fingertip along the inside of the waistband and then pulling the elastic away from the taut skin of his pelvis. He watches me as I uncover this fully erect beautiful thing.
Oh my God, it’s so pretty. I knew it. I knew it would be. It’s so clean and well-groomed and big and friendly, and it matches the rest of him. I can’t stop staring.
I need to refrain from talking about it.
No need to share everything that pops into my brain.
Just keep it to myself.
“I just…I just have to say that if the penises in porn looked like this, I would actually watch pornos. You should show your cock in movies. Seriously. This puts Michael Fassbender’s penis to shame.”
“Once again, I’ll be sure to pass that along to my agents.”
I push the boxer briefs down until they drop to the floor. My mouth is watering, staring at his erection. All this for me? I cup his balls, wrap my hand around the base, and lick up the underside, all the way to the crown and then suck on it.
We both groan at the same time.
His hands are in my hair again.
I can do fantastic things with my tongue too, Shane Miller, just you wait.
“Willa,” he says so quietly. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
I stroke and lick and suck and squeeze.
He tugs on my hair. His hands grip my shoulders. “Willa, stop.”
I don’t stop. I want to do all the things to this cock.
“Willa.” His voice is so growly. “What do you call a guy who can’t wait another minute to be inside you?”
I look up at him, dazed and confused.
“Me. Get on your back. Now.”
Well, it’s not very funny, but I haven’t heard that one before.
I get on my back.
Now.