Free Making Love (Destiny Book 1) by Catherine Winchester Page A

might have passed out.”
    I was just pinning the towel around me when Will ripped it away, making me shriek.
    “William! You’re supposed to be a gentleman!”
    He scooped me into his arms, bridal style. “Not when you’re naked, darling,” he said as he carried me through into the bedroom. “You bring out my inner Neanderthal.”
    I’d like to say that he belied those words by being a considerate lover but the truth is, we were both extra horny from being parted for so long, and we went at it like a couple of rabbits.
    As luck would have it, the food (pizza) came just minutes after we had finished and we ate in the bedroom, under the covers, with the music on low in the background. I could only eat two slices before I fell asleep but luckily, Will didn’t have to do much more than move the pizza box to tuck me in.
    ***
    I was up too early the next day but at least I was refreshed. Will was usually an early riser so I headed to the kitchen to raid his tea stash. Luckily, he’d obviously brought some from home (having holidayed in the States before, I know that what the Americans call tea is more like dish water). I had brought my own too but I didn’t want to wake Will by hunting through my cases.
    He came down not long after me and kissed me good morning.
    “Sorry I zonked out on you last night."
    “Totally to be expected,” he assured me.
    “You going for a run this morning?” I asked, noticing his running clothes. 
    “The shoot is pretty gruelling so if I don’t, I’ll feel it when I go back.” He sounded really apologetic.
    “I’ll be fine, I’ll do some unpacking while you’re gone. Do you want some tea before you go?”
    “I’d rather get it over with, then we can go out for breakfast.”
    “Sounds like a plan.”
    I kissed him and he jogged towards the front door calling, “Be back as soon as I can.”
    God, I’d missed him.
    I pottered around, unpacking my things, setting my laptop up and connecting it to the wifi. Will ran back in, pausing only long enough to kiss me on his way to the bathroom, making me laugh.
    I got dressed while he was in the shower and was ready to go once he had changed. When he got out of the shower, his hair was still damp and starting to curl at the ends, which made me, um, rather randy. So after a small, uh, delay, we went to breakfast.
    We spent the rest of the day with Will showing me some of his favourite places, such as Venice Beach (I personally don’t see much of interest in a beach, but watching the hot guys work out was a definite plus), his favourite shops and we were going to one of his favourite eateries that night.
    It was an enjoyable day but at the same time, also very strange. This was the first time really, when we couldn’t act like a couple. We walked side by side most of the time, after all, I could have been anyone (and I was a nobody) and Will wore a baseball cap and glasses, so few people paid much attention to us. Still, it was odd not being able to reach out and take his hand, or kiss him, or put my arm around him, and feel him do the same.
    Back in London, we hadn’t really done much touristy stuff, because we were both locals. The places we went to eat, were usually out of the way places that Will had frequented for years, and the owners were somewhat protective of him and gave him out of the way tables, or stopped people trying to surreptitiously take pictures on their phones. These were also not locations that were likely to be frequented by the paparazzi.
    That night though, we were going to Culina, a modern Italian which was at the Four Seasons and usually had one or two paps hanging around nearby, which meant I had to go in alone and wait for Will.
    The host gave a very slight double take when I gave her Will’s name, which made me feel incredibly out of place but she quickly covered her feelings and led me to the table. Will joined me only minutes later, kissing me as he sat down.
    Inside we were free to behave like a couple