Page 44 of Bad Decisions

“Just kiss me … please,” I beg.

“That, I know I can manage.”

With one hand on either side of my face, Will captures my lips in a bone-melting kiss, and I know in my heart that this is love. A deep, consuming love, and it steals my next breath.

How could I have thought of walking away from him for even a moment? He’s the only man to fill my lonely heart with warmth and happiness.

He trails a string of kisses along my jawline. “Is there any chance I could get you naked?” he asks when he reaches the soft skin beneath my earlobe and stops with a firmer press of his lips.

Desire sizzles and sparks ignite the smoldering flame of passion that’s been dormant for months. Pleasure pools between my thighs, and I’m melting under his touch. I unzip my dress, tugging it down as far as I can reach.

“Can I help?” he asks, chuckling low.

“You can rip the damn fabric off my body, for all I care.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

Oh, but I want to tempt him. As he slides the zipper down, a shiver runs along my spine. I roll the fabric up my body and tug the dress over my head, throwing it behind me. Will’s gaze drops to my tits, the sheer pale pink fabric of my bra barely covering them.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” His voice is like velvet, gently wrapping around me, and I arch my back, pushing my breasts up to his lust-filled gaze. “I want you so badly, but I don’t think I can without my leg being a problem.”

“Trust me, I’m a professional,” I say, waggling my eyebrows in a suggestive way. “But I do think we’ll have more options on the bed.”

I jump up and grab his crutch to help him.

“Lead the way,” he says.

“Is that so you can check out my ass?”

“Of course. It’s sexy as hell in that pink G-string.” He tugs my hand, and I stop. “Jewel, I’ve missed this. Us.”

“Me too. But you’ll fall if you’re not careful, balancing like that.”

I hold him steady with my hands on his hips, as our lips fuse together in another deep, heart-pounding kiss. Without losing the physical connection, I slowly walk backward through the bedroom door. The one-bedroom apartment is conveniently small.

When the backs of my legs hit the edge of the bed, I stop and we separate, but only a few inches. It’s just enough space for me to hook a finger into each side of his sweatpants and slide them down. His cock springs free, bumping against my belly.

“Commando. Nice,” I murmur in appreciation at the sight of his spectacular naked form. Sure, there are a few more scars than when I last saw him like this, but I’m coming to realize that’s all part of who he is.

A protector. My protector. And the man I love.

Heat flows through my veins, but it’s different tonight—not purely sexual. The warmth penetrates deeper, reaching my heart and filling all the empty spaces. I’m home in Will’s arms.

I drop into a squat to slide his pants off one foot, then the other.

“Don’t even think about doing what I can see written all over your face. If you so much as blow air on my cock, I’m going to fucking explode. And this first time I want to be inside you. Not down your throat or over your fucking gorgeous tits. That’s for later.”

My brows rise. “I don’t know how I feel about you being able to read my mind.”

He chuckles. And when I reluctantly stand, he drops a kiss on my forehead. “I can’t always. Like now. That glint in your eye is a total mystery.”

“Lie down,” I command, enjoying this moment of complete control more than I thought I would.

He sprawls across the bed; one arm hooked behind his head, the other across his body, with his fist wrapped around the base of his dick. “You’re the professional with all the ideas,” he says while stroking his hand up his length to the tip.

My core clenches. “I’ve also got the flexibility to make those ideas a reality.”

With eager fingers, I unclasp my bra and fling it to the floor. It’s soon followed by my G-string.