Lexington and 42nd (The Off Field Series #1) (26 page)

“Will, pants.
Now
.”

He laughed into my mouth. “Such impatience, sweet thing. Let me take my time with you.”

I shook my head against his lips. “After, just…
please
.”

With a drag of his tongue between my breasts, he pulled himself back, yanking at his pants as he stood. I watched with awe as his cock sprang free, bobbing under its own weight. He moved to the bedside table, pulling out a condom before climbing back over me.

My legs spread to accommodate him, hooking up and over his calves as he settled between them. I could feel the hard warmth of him pushing against me as his mouth found mine. I moved on instinct, needing friction, and we both froze as the tip of him slid against my opening. Our eyes met and I could feel a tremor running through Will at the effort it took him not to move.

Will’s breaths came out in shallow bursts across my skin, his face contorted from the effort of holding back and still neither of us moved.

“We…we should use…” His eyes flickered to the condom but still he didn’t move.

“Yeah, we should,” I said, with little conviction in my voice.

He paused a second longer before pulling my lower lip into his mouth, nodding with finality. “We should.”

Will pulled back, kneeling over me as he ripped open the condom wrapper, rolling it down his length before pulling absentmindedly on his balls. It was an image I wanted to record and play over and over in my mind.

He moved faster than I thought possible and before I knew it, I was letting out a squeal at the feel of his mouth between my legs.

“Shit. Will, oh my God.”

His lips attached to me, sucking and licking as his fingers once again slid inside. His other hand held me down, pressing against my stomach as I writhed in pleasure, so close to the edge.

“Fuck, your little sounds are killing me.” His words against my skin were positively indecent. “Let me hear you again.”

Embarrassingly quickly, I felt my thighs begin to shake as the orgasm built, before my body arched involuntarily into his mouth,
taking, taking, taking
as the pleasure rolled through me.

I fell back against the bed almost light headed, my body twitching ever so slightly as Will continued with feather light kisses to my skin. My hands found his hair, pulling gently, needing the weight of his body on top of me again.

He moved, taking his time kissing across my hips, my stomach and stopping to suck on my breasts which I was fast learning might be his favourite part of my body. No surprises there—what with him being a man and all.

When his lips finally reached my mouth, he hummed, smiling against me.

“You sound even better when my tongue’s on you.”

“Will
.”

“What? You do. I want to bottle up those little noises you make and get off on them every night for the rest of my life.”

I gasped into his mouth. “You’re so…
dirty
.”

“You don’t like it when I’m dirty?”

He had me there. I
loved
it when he was dirty—it was embarrassing how much.

“I want to hear your sounds.” I moved underneath him, arching until he slid down to where I wanted him.

He nipped at my chin, smiling. “I’m a little worried the whole of Manhattan will hear me.”

I laughed but Will’s smile faded. “It’s um, it’s been a while.”

I frowned before understanding dawned.

Oh.

“How long is a while?”

Will shrugged, dipping his head back to my neck before answering. “I don’t know, I guess a couple of months.”

My eyes bulged, “A couple of months?” Truth be told, two months was a while considering he could pretty much have a different woman every day, but two months, really? Is that what people classified as
a while
these days? If so, I hadn’t had sex in
forever
.

Will snapped his head up, eyeing me curiously. “What’s wrong with that? When was your last time?”

“Not since I’ve been in New York that’s for sure.”

I felt his muscles relax. “Oh.”

I tried to speak, wanted to ask why he hadn’t had sex in what he considered
a while
, but Will was done talking. He kissed me, and any thoughts or questions were put aside as my body whirred back to life.

His teeth nipped at my tongue before he pulled back onto his elbows, watching where he moved against me.

Just in.

Just out.

Just in.

Just out.

And then with an almost pained expression he pushed all the way in, his eyes squeezing shut as he let out a burst of air.

“Fuuuckkk.”

I sucked in a breath, unable to help the small yelp that spilled from my mouth at being so full.

Will stilled. “You okay?”

“I’m good, you can move.” I shifted my hips. “Please.”

I slid my hands down his back, pressing my nails into the firm mounds of his ass which seemed to give him all the encouragement he needed. He dropped his head to my neck, setting a steady rhythm as he went about nipping and sucking every available surface of my skin.

Will pulled back, slowing his movements as his hand ran up my stomach and over my breasts to settle at the base of my neck.

“So soft.” His index finger traced down to the valley between my breasts before running a palm over one, squeezing. “So fucking soft, I want to bite you just to leave my mark.”

His words should have been off-putting—I had never relished being possessed by a man—but with Will I liked it. I wanted him to take every part of me for his own pleasure. He could stake his claim in as many ways as he liked and it wouldn’t be enough for me.

His finger traced lower, back down across my stomach to where our bodies met. I jerked up into his hips as his thumb rubbed over me, mindless words falling from my mouth as I felt the steady low hum begin to build between my legs.

His fingers left me for a second and the loss of his touch caused my eyes to snap open. Will’s hands reached under my hips, kneeling to pull me up to straddle him. The connection was instant, like our bodies were made for one another, we just fit.

His mouth went straight to my nipple, sucking and biting as he used my body for both our pleasure, the push and pull of my hips against his tipping me over the edge.

“Don’t stop, please….I’m close, so close.”

“Fuck, get there.” He grunted into my skin.

My body took over, bucking against his with the single-minded focus of finding my release. Will captured my lip between his teeth, pulling the cry from my mouth as I came.

My body went limp as the last of the orgasm pushed through me. Will’s hands moved to link under my arms, gripping my shoulders to move my body as he pleased. A thick sheen of sweat broke out across his chest just before he stilled, his body going granite hard as he grunted into my neck, shuddering with the force of his release.

Seconds passed, maybe hours as our chests rose and fell together. Will pulled back, lifting his head to meet my eyes, planting a soft kiss on my lips.

“Jesus, that was—” He squeezed his eyes closed, shaking his head. “Intense, seriously intense.”

I could only nod, feeling so overwhelmed by him, by us, by
this
that I didn’t trust myself to speak. The so-called fun that I’d set out to have suddenly felt like so much more.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Will gently lifted me off his body, wincing as he slipped out and rolled us onto the mattress. We both lay there not speaking, the slow return of normal breathing the only sound in the room.

I watched him curiously, unsure what to expect now. I had this nagging thought hovering in the back of my mind, like now that things had finally happened between us, it was just the start of the countdown to the end. Isn’t that what I’d always expected would happen?

It was easy to push the thought to the back of my mind though, with my body still absorbing the afterglow of having such ridiculously good sex. Was Will this good in bed because he’d had so much practice? Or was he just blessed with an intuitive understanding of how to give a woman pleasure? Something told me it was a little bit of both and it didn’t occur to me to mind.

“What are you thinking about?” He brushed a thumb over my temple.

“Nothing you’d want to know.”

“Try me.”

I shifted, moving away from him as the full realization of what we’d just done dawned on me. I was suddenly desperate for some breathing room, some time to think without the overwhelming presence of
him
.

“I interrupted your breakfast, I should make us something.” I slid off the bed before he could reach me, pulling my t-shirt over my head. It was still cool and damp where Will’s mouth had been and my skin prickled at the memory. Even without meeting his gaze I knew he’d seen my reaction and had the exact same memory running through his mind. It was like there was this ever present force between us—we were hardwired to be fully alert to one another.

He leaned up on his elbow, patting the bed next to him. “Come back here, you don’t need to do that.”

I waved him away. “It won’t take long, besides you must be hungry.”

Deciding underwear wasn’t essential at this point, I hurried out of the bedroom, aware that he was only seconds from pulling me back down to him. I needed a breather from the intensity of it all, time to figure out what the hell happened next.

Away from him I surveyed the kitchen, able to relax somewhat now that he wasn’t so near. He hadn’t let me help out last night, insistent that I rest, so it was with some excitement that I set about in his gloriously well-appointed, fully-stocked kitchen to make breakfast. For Will, for
my
quarterback. At least for this morning anyway.

He appeared just as I was dropping the eggs in water to poach, all bare chested and freshly fucked and I had to brace myself against the sink to stop from sliding to the floor. I smiled at him briefly, thankful I had something else to concentrate on besides the hulking frame that approached.

His arms slid around my waist as he nuzzled into my neck. “Where’s my girl gone?”

My girl, I could get used to that.

“What do you mean? I’m right here.”

“Yeah, you’re
here
, not over there…in my bed. Why’d you run away, you allergic to my sheets or something?”

I gave in to the heady feeling of his stubble running along my neck and sank back into him. “I felt bad, I pulled you away from eating.”

He spun me to face him, catching my lip between his teeth. “If I recall correctly, I definitely ate this morning.” He sucked harder on my lip. “And it was delicious.”

Oh. My. God.

The toast popped up, pulling me back to the task at hand. Will stepped back, letting his hands drop as I gently pushed him away, giving him a small smile. My senses were on overdrive as I felt his eyes follow my every move around the kitchen. I was being studied in detail and he didn’t even care to be subtle about it.

“Stop looking at me Will, it’s off-putting.”

“I like looking at you,
Emma
. You should know I plan on looking at you as often as I can.”

He stood close behind me again when I went back to the eggs, pulling them from the water.

“Who on earth knows how to make poached eggs?” His body leaned further over mine as he gave them closer inspection.

“I do, I’m an
eggspert
when it comes to cooking eggs.”

He nodded, taking a plate from me. “You don’t say.”

We sat on stools at the counter, Will pulling my legs into his lap before tucking in.

“Holy shit, you really can cook eggs!”

I smiled, watching as yellow yoke oozed from the egg whites. “Fresh eggs for breakfast every day, one of the many joys of living on a farm.”

He started eating, his eyes still trained on me like I’d just given him the cure for cancer rather than a perfectly poached egg.

“I’m gonna need you here every morning,” he said, pointing his fork at me. “Pre-season bulk-up, I need to eat more of these eggs.”

“Pre-season bulk-up? You mean you’re going to get bigger?”

He nodded, swallowing. “Yep, I’ve got about 14 pounds to go.”

“Fourteen pounds? That’s probably more than one of my legs!”

“I’d hope so,” he said, bouncing my calf in one hand like it was made of feathers. “It’s gonna take a bit more than this to keep me upright on the field.”

As if to prove his point, he leaned over to grab a banana out of the fruit bowl, eating almost half in one go. I watched him in shock, pushing my half-eaten plate toward him.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize. I probably should have made a few more for you.”

He pushed it back, giving me a sly smile as he stood. “You eat it, you’re going to need your energy too, you know.”

Something told me he was absolutely right.

I watched as he poured himself a giant glass of orange juice before chugging it back. He stood next to me, one hand resting on the counter while the other practically free-poured the juice down his throat. His Adams apple moved up and down, his six pack tightened and released with every swallow. Honestly, his body was just
obscene
.

“You want some?”

Yes, I absolutely wanted me some of that.

“Huh?”

“You want something to drink? You look like you want some.”

“Oh, no, I’m fine thanks.”

He shut the fridge, coming to stand next to me. “You said you were sore.” His hand reached out to rub my shoulder. “From yesterday.”

I shrugged. “Just a little stiff, like I slept wrong or something. It’s fine.”

“Across your neck?” He bent to look me in the eye.

“Yeah.”

Will moved behind me, his hands warm and firm over my shoulders as he began kneading gently with his thumbs. I dropped my head almost as if he’d pushed a button to make me, the tightness in my muscles starting to release almost immediately. He did this for a few minutes, working methodically from the base of my skull, down my spine and out across my shoulders. It was pure bliss.