Taking a deep breath, he leaned to the side, looking past me into the apartment. “You alone?” I nodded and took a step back. He must have felt awful, wondering if I had another man over, comforting me. He picked up a small bag off the ground and walked in, kicking the door shut as he stared into my puffy eyes.
“Aw, baby, I’m so sorry,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, bringing me into his chest.
I tried to form a coherent sentence. “How… why… how are you here?” I thought I must have been dreaming, but he felt so real and he smelled like Will and he sounded like Will and God, how I wanted it to be Will.
“Tyler called me. I got on the first flight back. You should have called me.”
I broke the hug and reached my hands up to his face. He sucked in a sharp breath and bit his bottom lip. Pushing his hood back, I studied his beautiful mouth while I tried to collect myself enough to talk. But I couldn’t, I just stood there expressionless, in shock, as tears ran steadily down my cheeks. I wasn’t sobbing. In fact I was barely breathing, but the tears wouldn’t stop.
He looked at me with a pained expression. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“Shhh… I just want to feel good… Make me feel good… okay?” I whispered.
His mouth was on mine in an instant, kissing me deeply with fervor and need. It was the kiss I had thought about so many times, but it was better than I imagined. I unzipped his sweatshirt and pushed it off his shoulders, onto the floor. His hands were frantic, grabbing at my side and then moving to my neck as he deepened the kiss. He kicked off his shoes while I pulled his T-shirt over his head. We paused and looked at each other for just a moment and then he reached behind me and lifted me from the back of my legs to straddle him as he made his way toward the bedroom. Breathing heavy and moving frantically, he pushed me against the wall in the hallway. “God, I want you,” he hissed and then his mouth went to my neck, where he violently kissed and sucked, tugging at my skin with his teeth. I was aching for him to be everywhere and he was trying desperately to do that. I pulled my shirt off and then we pressed our bodies into each other. He moaned deep from his chest, trailing kisses across my collarbone as he continued toward the bedroom. I moved my hands through his hair, pulling his head tightly into me. “Your room,” I breathed when he hesitated at the end of the hall.
Inside his room he set me down on the bed; I reached for his belt and yanked his jeans open but he stopped my hands. “Lie back.” I obliged as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my underwear and pulled the last stitch of clothing off me. I was completely naked and vulnerable while he stood above me and drank me in. There was a pale light from a streetlamp shining through the window. “I like you in my bed,” he said, just above a whisper. I could see he had the listening-to-God look in his eyes and then his mouth curled into a sweet smile before he knelt down between my legs. He trailed kisses up the inside of my thigh and whispered, “Let’s go slow. I Want. This. To last. For…” And then the whispers stopped. A tremor ran through my body as the heat consumed me. I sucked in a breath and moved my fingers through his hair while he kissed me… everywhere.
I arched my back and let out a breathy “Ahh.” When the quickening became too much, I gripped his shoulders and felt the intense release all the way down to my toes. I pulled him up toward me; his hand went to my hip as his mouth went to my breast. Will knew what he was doing, there was no question, and even though he seemed overwhelmed with passion, he took his time. His hands were gentle but determined, like when he played music. Never second-guessing himself, he just moved purely from feeling. He stood up and stripped away his clothes and then climbed on top of me, reclaiming my mouth. As he buried himself inside of me, forcing the breath from my lungs, I dug my fingers into the bunching muscles in his back.
“You are so beautiful.” His voice was primal and raw, but his motions were graceful. Leaning on his forearm, he moved his other hand from my hip, up my side to my breast where his thumb brushed the sensitive, firm skin of my nipple. I writhed, arching my back, letting myself get lost in the feeling. He smiled between breaths and the words mystical alchemy came to mind again. I realized how perfect our bodies matched and moved together—it was utterly divine.
I hadn’t believed that people could be made for each other until that moment. “I love you.” My voice was soft but full of conviction as I stared deep into his eyes. He stopped, mid thrust, his hand gripped my hip hard and his mouth went to mine as his body tensed. When he drove back into me, we cried out as we came together. He collapsed beside me and fell asleep with his head on my bare chest. My sweet Will, in my arms, like a dream.
Time was irrelevant as we slept tangled in each other. The sun came up and filled the room with a hazy light. I looked down at Will who was sleeping soundly, with seraphic contentment on his face. The phone rang, but I ignored it and pulled the sheets over us as I dozed blissfully back to sleep.
I woke up squinting at a figure standing in the doorway. I gasped and blinked my eyes frantically until Jenny came into view. She immediately held her finger to her mouth to quiet me and then she blew me a kiss as she gazed at Will’s body wrapped around mine. I smiled lovingly and she did the same before turning and walking out. I know Jenny was checking on me and although I don’t think she expected what she found, I’m positive it made her happy.
Sometime later that morning, Will stirred. “Mia?”