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but it does intimidate me. I bite my lip and look into his gorgeous blue
eyes uncertainly.
    “What’s
wrong, babe?” he asks me and runs his knuckles down my cheek.
    “When
we do finally get to have sex, I’m not sure…” I can’t complete the sentence and
he chuckles.
    “You’ll
stretch, Meg.” His eyes are warm and happy, and he pulls me in for another
long, slow kiss. I reach down and stroke him, loving the velvet-soft skin, the
feel of the veins, and the smooth, round tip.
    “Goddamn,
honey.” He throws his head back and sucks in a deep breath. “Your hands should
come with a warning label.”
    I
grin and lick the head of his cock, right across the top, lapping up the little
bead of dew that already formed there. His hips buck up off the seat and I
decide I’ve played nice long enough.
    I
want to drive him fucking mad.
    I
lick him from his balls to the tip, and then back down again, and then, cupping
his scrotum in one hand, I sink down on him and suck.
    “Holy,
fuck!” He sinks his hands in my hair and gently starts to guide me up and down
his hardness. I suck and lick, and suck and lick some more with each movement
and continue the torture with my hands. I feel his balls tighten in my right hand,
and I know it won’t be long before he loses control.
    So
I sink down on him as far as I can, until I feel him deep in my throat, and
slip my finger down past his scrotum to that sensitive skin just underneath and
I rub gently, making him crazy.
    “Megan,
I’m going to come.”
    I
hum in pleasure, but I feel him holding back, so I repeat the motions, move my
mouth up and down his shaft, and rub that little spot below his scrotum.
    “Ah,
fuck!” Will comes violently, shoots his warmth into the back of my mouth and I
swallow quickly. I continue to lick and tease him as droplets continue to flow 
out of his slit, and I smile as his body goes lax.
    I
look up into his deep blue eyes and offer him a shy grin. “Was that okay?”
    “Sweetheart,
if that had been any more okay, I would have died.”
    I
laugh as he tucks himself back in, and then he leans over and kisses me hard
and fast.
    “Stay
with me tonight.”
    Yes!
    “Not
for sex,” he continues. “Although I’m about to kill someone if I don’t get
inside you soon. I just don’t want to be without you tonight. You can stay in
my spare room if you want.”
    “Can
I sleep with you?”
    “If
you wear one of my shirts, yes.”
    “Deal.”
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
    I
wake with a start, sitting up in bed, disoriented.  I’m swimming in a huge
football jersey and boy boxer-briefs, which immediately throws me off. I take
in the large room, bathed in moonlight, and remember I’m in Will’s room.
    In
Will’s bed.
    The
sexy man is sleeping soundly next to me, on his side, facing me. His handsome
face is relaxed in sleep and there is stubble starting to grow on his firm,
square chin. His hair is messier than usual, begging my fingers to run through
it.
    So
I do.
    He’s
also in a t-shirt and pajama pants, and when he brought me here, to his
beautifully decorated bedroom, and bed the size of a small country, he’d been
tender and sweet and the perfect gentleman.
    I
love it and I hate it.
    I’m
ready to give my body to him. Hell, I think I’ve already given him my heart,
and that scares the hell out of me.
    I
lie like this for a long while, gently brushing his soft almost-brown hair with
my fingers, memorizing his sleeping face. He shifts slightly and reaches up to
take my hand in his, kisses my hand, and without opening his eyes, pulls me
against his chest, wraps his arms around me and holds me close.
    “Go
back to sleep, sweetheart,” he whispers and kisses my hair.
    My
eyes close, and I fall asleep to the sound of his heart against my ear.
     
    * * *
     
    “Do
you know how to drive a stick?” Will asks me nervously as I adjust the driver’s
seat in his sexy Mustang.
    “Of
course I do. Don’t insult me,” I shoot him a mock