Breaking the Silence (14 page)

He followed her curved backside out of the bathroom, mesmerized, as if he was a rat and she the pied piper.

She rummaged in her top dresser drawer. “I know I have something without holes,” she muttered. “Ah ha!” She pounced, triumphantly pulling out tiny bits of something dark blue and silky-looking while bumping the drawer closed with her naked hip.

William watched her, his eyes unblinking, muscles tense. She bent to slip on the panties, her breasts swaying, and she glanced up at him through her lashes. He swallowed hard, his mouth dry. Slowly sliding the silky fabric up her legs, she made it a striptease in reverse—a dress-tease? Unable to move or look away, all he could do was stare, fascinated, and suck in hard, quick breaths.

Tugging the panties to her hips, she turned around to give him the back view as she ran a finger under the lace edge of either side, smoothing the fabric across her ass cheeks. She slid her arms through the bra straps and peeked over her shoulder at Will. “Could you hook me?” she asked huskily.

He managed to break his frozen stance and stalked toward her. When he took the two sides of the back of her bra from her, his fingers trembled just slightly against her skin. He slid the hooks through the matching eyes, smoothing his fingers over the skin beneath the fabric. Brushing his hand across her shoulder blade, Will tipped his head closer to her until he could inhale her scent—clean and female and utterly addictive.

“While you’re back there, you can put some lotion on too.” Jenny’s eyes gleamed at him, bright with arousal, as she handed him a bottle from her dresser. Will poured some into his hand, warming it between his palms before smoothing it onto her back. Her skin rippled beneath his touch, the shivering movement vibrating all the way down to his throbbing cock. He spread the lotion farther down, along the small of her back. His fingertips slid beneath the lace edge of her panties, lower and lower until his hands massaged her ass. Jenny pressed back against him with a small moan and Will almost came in his jeans.

Rosie whined from the doorway.

“Walk,” Jenny gasped.

“Right.” Will blew out a hard breath and stepped back, reluctantly slipping his hands from her silky panties and even silkier skin.

“Dress,” he commanded, his eyes burning hers before he stalked from the room.

“Whoa, Nellie,” Jenny breathed.

Despite his arousal, Will had to smile at that.

She had known that she was going to love his house but this was just ridiculous. Jenny turned around in a slow circle in his sparsely decorated living room and immediately decided that she didn’t want to leave. Ever. Her townhome was cute and new and clean, but this house was…special.

She turned to Will, who was watching her carefully, waiting for her reaction. They had walked over with Rosie and the dog had headed off, her nails clicking on the hardwood floors, to explore the house on her own.

“Your house is making me fanciful,” Jenny told him, feeling a little silly.

Will cocked an eyebrow in question.

Jenny shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s like for years and years, happy things happened here and all that joy absorbed into the walls or something until the house itself is this…I don’t know, kindly being. Sorry, I’m being stupid aren’t I?” She laughed, abashed, but Will was regarding her seriously.

“No, it’s not stupid.” He paused for a second and his gaze went to the window and the bare trees beyond. “When I first saw it, I thought—” Breaking off, he glanced at her before dropping his eyes.

“What?”

“Just that…it felt like home.
My
home. And…” He tossed another fleeting look at her and his cheeks darkened a little. “I thought…” The rest of the sentence was a mumble.

“What?” Jenny asked again, very curious now.

“Nothing.” His mouth clamped shut.

“No way,” Jenny told him, shaking her head. “You can’t just start saying something like that and not finish. I could die of curiosity, you know. It did kill the cat, after all. So it would be your fault that I’m dead and wouldn’t you feel really, really bad?”

“I said that it felt like the house wanted me,” he rushed out defensively. “Okay?”

Jenny just nodded. “It does seem like you fit here. Good choice, house!” she told the ceiling, her tone warm with approval.

“Come see the rest,” Will offered, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the kitchen. Jenny laughed and tried to keep up. Will was more excited than she had ever seen him—out of bed, at least. He towed her behind him through the rooms and she exclaimed over little details—the smooth wooden stairs curled into a corner, the small stained-glass window above the front door that painted colors on the hallway floor. Jenny sat at his desk in the study and spun the leather chair, wiggling back into the impression of his body. Feet dangling off the floor, she felt as tiny as a little girl. She glanced curiously at his desk, neatly stacked with sticky-note pads and CD cases and manila files.

“What are you working on?” she asked.

Will sat on the corner of his desk. “Copyright protection for online materials.”

Jenny cocked her head curiously. “But then how will kids write their school papers without copy and paste?” she asked, grinning at him. She touched his wireless mouse. “Christian needs one of these. He’s always getting his mouse cord tangled up in his Pez collection.”

Will looked at her blankly.

“You know, Pez? The little plastic cartoon characters with really disgusting candy that pops out of their necks?” Jenny looked at his face for any sign of recognition.

Nothing.

“How can you not know about Pez? Did you grow up on Mars?”

Rubbing his thumb on some imaginary smear on the desk, Will smiled grimly. “Kind of.”

An awkward silence dropped over them. Jenny jumped up and tugged him off the desk, eager to bring back the excited, happy Will of just a few minutes ago before she had opened her big mouth and shoved her foot inside. “Show me the rest,” she begged.

He stood up, not meeting her eyes, and Jenny gave him an impulsive hug. “Sorry, Will—you should just ignore most of what I say. I forget that most people don’t live in the strange and wonderful world of Christian and Jenny, the land where Pez run free and Skittle-hockey is the national sport.”

After a moment, his arms went around her and he pressed Jenny against him gently. “It sounds nice,” he said. “Can I live there too?”

Jenny laughed and swung her arms around his neck. She pulled herself up and wrapped her legs around his waist, climbing him like a jungle gym. Kissing him quickly, she smiled against his mouth. “I think we’ve already kidnapped you and dragged you there.”

“Good,” he said and smiled back.

Jenny’s breath caught—she didn’t think she would ever become immune to the startling sweetness of Will’s smile. Blinking away silly tears, she kissed him again, just to feel the happy curve of his lips against hers.

“Show me the rest of your house,” she demanded imperiously, still clinging to him.

“Yes, ma’am.” Traces of his smile lingered as he wrapped a strong arm under her hips and carried her toward the door. “Would you like to see the bedroom?” Will’s blue eyes, normally so serious, were teasing.

“Only if you have etchings.” Jenny jumped when she felt his big hand settle on the curve of her bottom, his thumb sliding naughtily along the seam of her jeans. He climbed the stairs and the movement of each step rocked his hand harder against her. Jenny moaned and tightened her legs around him, rubbing herself against him, feeling the moisture gather between her legs.

Will gave her the insta-tour, stopping at each door for a glimpse before heading to the next room.

“Bedroom, bedroom, bathroom, my bedroom.” He actually walked into the last one.

Tour guide was obviously not a potential occupation for Will. Jenny looked around curiously. His room was very…guy-like. Nice, but a little too practical for her tastes.

Her attention was caught by the view out his window and she squirmed to get down. She found, however, that wriggling against Will did not encourage him to release her but instead had the opposite effect. He grunted and the arm against her hips tightened, grinding her against him. His other hand massaged her ass cheek through her jeans, working her flesh with strong fingers.

Nice
, Jenny thought, distracted from her efforts to get Will to put her down.

She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his neck. Her forehead rested against his jaw and she could feel the prickle of his day-old stubble. With a rough inhale of breath, he gripped her ass even tighter, rubbing her pussy against his hard stomach. A shock of lust roared through her.

Without thinking, Jenny grabbed the muscle running from his neck to his shoulder with her teeth and bit down. She heard Will grunt in the same instant that his hand lifted off her ass and fell again—hard. The sound of his hand smacking her jeans-covered cheek shot through the room as Jenny and Will stared at each other in shock.

Jenny was the first to move, giving him a small, cat-like smile before lowering her head to lick the spot where she had bitten him. Will shuddered as her tongue swept over his skin. He fisted a hand in her hair and pulled her head back, opening her mouth to his. For a moment she focused on his face, his eyes blind with lust, the same shocking, mindless need that tore through her. The room, the house—everything disappeared until all that was left was this man, this compulsion to pound their bodies together, to meld into each other, to fuck. His desire fueled hers, flaming it even hotter, before his mouth crashed down on hers as their bodies thudded against the wall.

Mouths twisted into each other, sucking on tongues and teeth. Subtlety was ignored—they had to have each other in that instant, their need too urgent for gentle petting and exploring. Their hands groped blindly, tugging on zippers, shoving down jeans and underwear. Will’s erection sprang free, thrusting demandingly toward her.

Jenny almost cried with frustration as she attempted to tear off her jeans without taking her legs away from Will’s hips. The thought of losing that contact with him, even for a second, was unbearable. Will snarled and grabbed her ankles, pulling them away from him, peeling off her jeans as she clung around his neck.

“Hurryhurryhurryhurry…” she panted, almost sobbing the words. Will gave a final yank on her jeans and her legs were free to wrap around him once again. Jenny hooked her ankles behind his back, twisting hard against his belly, trying to assuage the burning emptiness.

With a hard twist of his hand, Will tore off her panties. Grabbing her hips, he buried himself deep inside her, his thrust shaking the wall. The second that Jenny felt him fill her, pressing against the walls of her pussy all the way to the mouth of her womb, she climaxed.

Will froze. The feel of her surrounding him, gripping him, so hot and tight and alive, stopped his breath. Every nerve in his body was centered in his cock, throbbing as her pussy squeezed him, the sensation so exquisitely good that it was almost painful.

The contractions from her climax milked him, clutched him, skin sucking at skin. He began to thrust, pushing her body against the wall, pulling her hips down to him, emotion and sensation blurring together until he came—locked up tight inside her, exploding into her as he gritted out a sound so guttural that it didn’t sound human.

The strength drained from his muscles and Will leaned into Jenny, pinning her against the wall. She didn’t seem to mind, or at least didn’t have the energy to complain. Her sweaty face pressed into his neck and her arms and legs were still twined around him. He could feel her panting against his collarbone—hot, damp spurts of air. His breathing matched hers and their hearts thudded hard and fast in their chests, as if they had been racing.

Will came to reality slowly, piece by piece, feeling first the plaster against his arm, the hardwood floor under his feet, panting breath on his leg— Wait, his leg? He glanced down at Rosie.

“Were you watching?” he asked her. Jenny raised her head at the question.

“Well I was a little busy participa— Oh.” She glanced down at the dog. “Aren’t you the pervy one, Rose.”

She glanced behind Will and smiled. “Do you realize that we are just six feet away from a perfectly good bed?”

Will grunted and straightened, pulling them both away from the wall. He started to lift Jenny off him but she clung, resisting.

“No, stay in a little longer,” she begged, delaying the moment that their connection would be severed and the empty feeling would return—an emptiness that only Will’s hard cock could assuage.

He glanced down at them and the corner of his mouth quirked. “We have even more clothes on than last time.”

Jenny laughed, the sound muffled against his shoulder. “Yeah, except for— Oh shit!” She jerked back, staring at him. “We didn’t use anything.”

Will looked baffled for a second before understanding dawned. “Are you taking anything?” he asked.

“No—it’s been so long since there has even been the remote possibility of me having sex that it seemed like a waste of money. I was thinking that I’d go to the doctor tomorrow to get a prescription for the Pill now that we, well, it seemed like we’re going to be—you know. Having lots of it. Sex, I mean.” She babbled, flustered. While she was talking, Will had slipped out of her and gently lowered her feet to the floor—kind of like shutting the barn door after the cows came home or something, Jenny thought.

“Hope so.”

“Hope what?” Jenny asked, confused.

“That we’ll be having lots of it.” Will kissed her softly on the mouth. “If something does happen, you know,” he gestured in the general direction of her stomach, “I’ll take care of you.”

Jenny blushed, flustered again. A baby? Ack! Although, when she thought of a little Will, with the same sweet smile, pregnancy didn’t seem like that bad of a thing—

Jenny caught herself sharply. What was she
thinking
? No baby thoughts until they had been dating at least a year—
at least
! She had never heard her biological clock ticking before, never longed for a child, never even cooed over the teeny-tiny-ness of baby shoes, so these infant-type thoughts were alien to Jenny. She shoved them away.

“You don’t have to worry about anything else,” she said, bringing up yet another awkward topic. “I’m clean.”

Again, Will stared at her for a moment before comprehension entered his eyes. “Me too. I haven’t…I mean, I don’t have anything either.” He glanced at the floor and red colored his cheekbones. “I’m glad you’re going to…that you…”

He raised his eyes and met hers. “I loved being inside you naked.”

Just like that, the surge of heat rose in Jenny again, as strong as before. She clutched his shoulders and pressed her face against his chest, forcing out a breath.

“You,” Jenny told him, poking him in the chest with one finger, “are a menace. We just had wild sex against the wall but you say one thing and I’m ready to jump you again.” She poked him again for good measure and then shivered. She realized that she was naked from the waist down—no wonder it was breezy. Jenny collected her jeans and turned them right-side out, glancing around for her panties. They were lying in a small, torn heap on the floor.

“That’s two,” she said, slanting a teasing look at Will. She picked up the panties and dangled them in front of him. “You’re going to have to get a line of credit at the lingerie store if you keep ripping my underwear off like this.”

“Sorry,” Will offered.

“Hah,” Jenny scoffed. “Sure you are, caveman. I see that proud, macho twinkle in your eye.”

Will tried to look innocent but his smile grew. Jenny gave him a mock glare.