Chapter 15
BACK TO YOU
NATALIE
After I climbed into bed, I decided I would give Lucas another chance. I told myself it was time to move forward, even if my heart wasn’t entirely ready to let go of the past.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand.
I reached for it, expecting it to be Lucas again.
Will: Natalie…
What the hell? Every time I even thought about moving on, he found a way to reappear, crashing into my carefully constructed plans and scattering them like leaves in the wind.
I stared at the screen, debating whether to ignore it, to be strong and finally put my phone away.
But I wasn’t strong when it came to Will.
Natalie: Yes…
Will: Can I come over?
My heart and body screamed YES! My head whispered no.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and let my heart win.
Natalie: Okay.
Twenty minutes later, Will was at my door.
I opened it, expecting…well, I wasn’t sure what I was expecting. But it wasn’t this.
Will looked furious and frustrated, his jaw tight, his hands running repeatedly through his hair as he paced in the entryway.
“Why don’t you come sit down?” I offered softly, unsure of his mood.
“I don’t want to sit,” he snapped, still pacing. “I don’t even know why I’m here. I left a gorgeous woman in red lingerie because all I can think about is you.”
My stomach dropped at his words. I didn’t know what to focus on, his confession or the image of Blake getting ready to seduce him.
“I don’t know what you want me to say, Will.”
“You drive me crazy,” he said, his voice rising. “I have this amazing woman who wants all of it with me.”
“Then be with her!” I shouted, the frustration bubbling up inside me.
“She isn’t you,” he said, his tone softening, as if the weight of those words alone was enough to undo him.
Before I could respond, he crossed the space between us. His hand reached out, brushing my hair away from my face, his thumb lightly grazing my cheekbone. He tilted my chin up and touched the tip of my nose, almost reverently.
Then he pulled me into a kiss.
It was deep, consuming, and filled with the kind of passion that made the world blur around us. I may have blacked out for a moment, lost in the sheer intensity of it.
When I pulled back, breathless, I didn’t say anything. Instead, I took his hand and led him upstairs to my room.
I tugged Will toward the bed and eased him down, stepping between his legs so we were eye to eye. The air was thick, charged, heavy with unspoken emotions and raw desire.
He leaned back slightly, he rested his hands on my hips steadying me as I reached out, lightly brushing my fingers along his jawline. His stubble was rough under my fingertips, a stark contrast to the tenderness in his gaze.
I leaned in, pressing a featherlight kiss to his cheek, then his ear, and finally his lips.
For a moment, his kiss was unhurried, savoring, each brush of his mouth deliberate, as though he wanted to memorize the taste of me. Then the tempo shifted, his hands slid around my waist, firm and insistent, tugging me closer until I was on his lap straddling him.
A low sound rumbled in his chest as his hands clamped tighter on my hips, rocking me against him.
The friction stole my breath, a jolt of heat sparking low in my body.
I pressed down harder, needing more, and the groan that escaped him only spurred me on.
Our rhythm built, frantic and unsteady, until I was dizzy with wanting.
His mouth tore from mine, trailing fire along my jaw, down my neck.
My head fell back as his lip and tongue claimed every inch of skin they found.
Fingers tugged at my top, slipping beneath, he yanked it over my head in one swift motion.
He undid my bra exposing my chest to him.
He put a nipple into his mouth, I let out a small cry.
I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel him, my hands trembling as I pushed the fabric aside and flattened my palms against the hard planes of his chest. He was all heat and muscle under my touch.
Before I could catch my breath, his hands slid lower, gripping my thighs. In one swift surge, he shifted, rolling me beneath him. A gasp tore from my lips as my back hit the mattress, his weight pressing me down, surrounding me.
His mouth found mine again, hungrier now, his knee between my legs. My hands clawed at his belt, frantic, tugging it free until the leather slipped loose. I pushed at his pants, shoving them down over his hips, desperate to feel him.
He broke the kiss long enough to strip them away, kicking free of his pants and dragging his briefs with them.
His hands returned to me, urgent and rough, peeling my pants from my body in one swift pull, taking my underwear with them.
Cool air hit my skin, but before I could shiver, his heat was there, his body pressing into mine, bare against bare.
His lips trailed along my neck, leaving a path of warmth that sent goosebumps down my spine. He moved lower, capturing my nipple in his mouth, his tongue drawing slow, deliberate circles that made me gasp.
His kisses continued down my torso, each one igniting a fire in its wake. When he reached the curve of my hip, I arched into him, my hands tangling in his hair.
Then he was there, his lips and tongue coaxing me into a state of pure bliss. My body trembled as waves of pleasure washed over me, and I cried out his name as I came undone.
I reached for him, pulling him up to meet my gaze. I wrapped my hand around him, his breath caught. He let out a low, guttural sound that sent a thrill through me.
I pulled him toward me, guiding him inside.
The moment he entered me, we both exhaled, a long, shared breath that felt like relief and release all at once.
We moved together, a rhythm that felt instinctive, like we’d been made for this. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word was electric.
I lost count of how many times I fell apart in his arms, each climax pulling me deeper into him. Finally, he let go, his body tensing as he buried his face in my neck, his breaths coming fast and ragged.
He collapsed onto me, his weight comforting and grounding as we both came down from the high.
We lay there in the quiet, the only sound the soft hum of our breathing.
Will shifted, propping himself up on one elbow to look at me. His hand brushed a strand of hair from my face.
“Do you want to stay?” I asked softly.
His answer came without hesitation. “I do.”
I curled my naked body into his, and his arm wrapped around me, holding me close.
Within moments, we both drifted off, intertwined like we were the only two people in the world.