“Don’t you see what I feel for you? Can’t you feel it when I make love to you? The way I look at you? Jesus, Meg, you’re all I see. You’re all I want.”

I close my eyes and try to pull away from him but he holds on tight.

“No, you won’t back away again. Now that you’re here, I’m keeping you here, damn it. You’re mine, Meg, just as much as I’m yours.”

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“For what?”

“For this. For being here. For the flowers, and being with me all night, even though you didn’t know you were.” I shake my head and close my eyes. “You scare me, but I don’t want to lose you.”

He pulls me in to him tightly and kisses my hair, rubbing his hands up and down my back soothingly. “Go to sleep, babe.”

Laying here, in the quiet, I let my eyes drift closed and fall asleep to the sound of Will’s steady breathing and heartbeat against my cheek.

* * *

I wake to an empty bed and sunshine pouring in through the windows, reflecting off the stark-white linens, making the room bright and cheerful. Will’s bedroom is stunning. The walls are robins-egg blue and all the trim and linens are white. His bed is the size of my living room, and faces the floor to ceiling windows that face the water.

I could get used to waking up in here.

Holy shit, it’s noon! I haven’t slept this late in I don’t know how long, even if I’ve worked a night shift. I frown down at my scrubs and remember coming to Will’s after work, attacking him in his bed, and the most terrifying part of all: falling apart on him.

Before I can dwell on that, I climb out of bed and strip naked and it occurs to me that the shower in the master bath is running. I would have thought he’d be at the training center today.

I pad into the bathroom, pull my hair up into a messy bun on the top of my head and watch him through the clear glass shower door. The shower itself is massive. All white and blue tile. And a very tall and tanned and muscular Will is standing beneath the tallest of the four shower heads, his hands braced on the wall and head bowed forward, letting the hot water run down the back of his head and back.

Good God, he’s hot.

I haven’t had him inside me in days.

I silently enter the shower and wrap my arms around his wet waist. I press myself against his back, take a deep breath and let the water run over me.

“Good morning,” Will murmurs and turns around to have a look at me.

“It’s actually afternoon now,” I reply and smile widely at him. He’s examining my face, cupping it in his big hands. He must be satisfied with what he sees because he smirks down at me and his shoulders visibly relax.

“Lazy bones,” he mutters and kisses me softly.

“Hey, I worked late. I’m surprised you’re home.”

“I just got back. I had an early morning meeting and then trained for a bit.” He grabs my body wash and lathers up a washcloth, turns me around to face the wall. “Brace your hands on the wall.”

Oh, I love it when he’s bossy!

I comply and lower my head, close my eyes, and enjoy Will pampering me, gliding the washcloth over my back and shoulders, arms, butt, down my legs. It’s just heaven. On his way back up my legs, he pushes the cloth between them, washing my folds and I can’t hold back a moan.

I’ve never had anyone wash me there before.

“Turn around,” he murmurs.

I brace my hands on his lean, wet hips, my thumbs tracing that spectacular V, and watch his face as he washes my chest, breasts, stomach. His eyes follow his hand, taking in my body and they heat with lust.

“I love your skin,” his eyes find mine and he smiles. “You’re so soft.”

“I love this spot, right here,” I tap his hips with my thumbs and smile sassily at him. “Let’s keep this.”

He chuckles at me. “I’ll do my best. Let’s rinse you.”

He shifts me under the water, and watches with fascination as the suds slide down my body. He’s stopped touching me, and is just watching my body’s reaction to the water and to him.

My eyes trail down his firm body, his flat stomach, a small patch of dark hair, and the most impressive, fully erect penis I’ve ever seen. I take him in my hand and move up and down the length in two long, slow strokes.

“Shit,” he sucks air in through his clenched teeth and I grin as I sink to my knees, and lick the tip of him, slowly, softly, teasingly. I cup his balls in my hand, and hold the base of his cock in the other and sink down onto him, sucking and licking as I go. When he hits the back of my throat, I pull up and repeat the motion, slightly speeding up.

His fingers tangle in my hair and I speed up, jacking him with my hand.

“Fuck, I love your mouth,” he mutters. He’s panting, slightly thrusting his hips against me. “Don’t make me come in your mouth.”

I smile to myself. Hell, yes, I’ll make you come in my mouth!

I move faster, harder. Suddenly, Will lifts me to my feet and kisses me hard and deep. He’s gripping my shoulders hard, his kiss is desperate.

“I haven’t been inside you in seventy-two hours, Megan. I’m not coming in your sweet mouth.” He spins me to face the shower wall. “Hands on the wall.”

He pulls my hips back and pushes his fingers through my folds to my clit. I gasp when he brushes my metal.

“Oh, Will.”

“That’s right. This is mine, Megan. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

He pushes two fingers inside me and twists them, then pulls them out to wet my already swollen lips.

“So wet,” he mutters.

“Will?”

“Yes, love.”

A chill runs up my spine at that word and I grin.

“I really need you inside me.”

“I’ll get there, babe. God, you feel good.”

“I’ll feel better when you’re inside me.”

I hear him chuckle, and then we both gasp when the head of his cock brushes my sex. He gently pushes in, all the way.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh God, yes. More than okay.”

“This is going to be rough, honey.” His voice is tight as he starts to move, really move, frantically. He grabs my hair in one fist and slaps my ass with the other, startling me. “God, you’re so fucking good.”

“Oh my God, Will!”

He pulls out suddenly and spins me to face him, plants his hands on my ass and lifts me against the wall. I wrap my arms and legs around him, but he takes my hands and holds them both above my head with one of his, leans into me, and buries himself inside me again.