Free One Week in Maine by Shayna Ryan Page B

wanna watch the movie upstairs?” he murmured, his voice heavy with need.
    I was too wound up to find my voice, so I nodded instead. Without another word, Will released me from his grasp and grabbed my hand instead. He led me through the dining room and up the stairs, pausing at the top only to turn the light on.
    His eyes met mine and my stomach fluttered. This was really happening. I was about to giv e the innermost part of me to an almost-stranger. I should have been terrified at the thought of it, but instead I welcomed it. I trusted Will, and I desired him more than I could recall ever wanting anyone.
    It was as if he read the want in my eyes, because without warning he shoved me roughly against the wall so that I was pinned with his hands on either side of me. His roughness didn’t scare me as there were no violent undertones in his action, only burning need and desire.
    “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he breathed huskily. His tone was strained with urgency, and I’m not sure I could have said no even if I had wanted to–which I didn’t.
    “I want you,” I whispered honestly.
    He didn’t answer me but instead pressed his lips to mine.
    Everything fell away as our lips met. I didn’t care about my wrecked vehicle, my mounting bills, or the fact that I was stuck in small town Maine for an indefinite amount of time. All my troubles fell away and there was nothing but his soft lips and seeking tongue. There was nothing permissive in his kiss; it was aggressive and unflinching. His mouth took what it sought, and it was not hard to match the passion behind it.
    His hands tangled in my hair as our kiss deepened, but suddenly he let go of my tresses and I felt his strong hands cupping my ass. Without warning, he lifted me up, never breaking our kiss, and I wound my legs around him so he was supporting my weight and my back was still against the wall.
    “My room.” It wasn’t a question but a demand as he held me and moved me away from the wall and down the hall. His lips broke away from mine long enough to nibble their way down my front to my cleavage, where he ran his expert lips nimbly along the curve of my right breast.
    “I don’t have any protection with me,” I moaned. It’s not like I was on the pill or carried condoms around ‘just in case’. If he didn’t have a condom, this wasn’t going to happen no matter how badly we both wanted it.
    Ins tead of answering me, he threw open his bedroom door and used one hand to untangle my legs from around his waist while the other flipped on the lights. He gently laid me on his king sized bed.
    “ Hang on, I’m sure I’ve got something.” He stayed leaning over me for a moment, his face flush and his eyes alight with burning hot lust. His hands slid swiftly over my clothed breasts for just a second before he pulled away and rooted through his bedside table drawer. I said a silent prayer as he rifled through his belongings before triumphantly pulling out an open box of condoms.
    I had never in my life been so relieved to see a battered cardboard box. It seemed unlikely that we could just run down to the corner drugstore to grab condoms at this hour. I don’t even think there was a drugstore in town.
    Will tossed the box of condoms beside us on the bed and began kissing me again while impatiently pulling at the hem of my sweater. I was happy to oblige, and a moment later my sweater lay forgotten on the floor.
    “The door,” he muttered as he stretched away from me to close it with his foot. Satisfied we had total privacy, he turned back to me and drank in the sight of me on his bed in nothing but my lacy red bra and jeans. “Do you even know how beautiful you are?”
    I grinned. “You’re not so bad yourself, from what I’ve seen,” I joked, referring to when I walked in on him in the bathroom the day before.
    “I was kind of hoping you’d join me in there then, but you took me by surprise!”
    “Seriously?”
    “Calista, I