Part 75 (2/2)

”You know d.a.m.n well you do.”

”Hmm.” He grips my hips and pulls me into him, squas.h.i.+ng my hand against where I was about to unzip his jeans. ”Which part?”

”All of it,” I murmur and delve my tongue into his mouth again. Pulling my hand from between us, I press Will against the counter.

Will catches my arms. ”You gonna start this here?”

”Yes.”

Will spins me around, grabs my waist, and sits me on the bench. His mouth closes over mine, hot and hungry, hand beneath my dress digging into my thighs. I'm dizzied by the force of his pa.s.sion, and he tugs at the zipper of my dress with the other hand. There's no gentle Will tonight.

Will pushes down both straps of my dress and snaps open my bra; I arch toward him as he pulls my nipple into his mouth, holding my waist tight. Desperate to feel his skin against mine, I push at his s.h.i.+rt until his warm strength rubs against my skin. Will pauses to drag his s.h.i.+rt off and then presses himself harder between my thighs.

His arousal rubs my panties through his jeans, and sets off the familiar shoot of lightning-heat along my nerve endings. I've had an evening of kisses and touches, watched rock star Will on stage, and my dampened down arousal lets loose now we're finally alone.

I grasp at his belt with shaking fingers and he pushes my hands to one side, breathing heavily against my ear. In a swift movement, Will drags my panties to the floor and runs a finger along the sensitive flesh. I s.h.i.+ft so he can reach me better, and as Will pushes a finger inside me, I sink back and hit my head on Anne's empty bowl. When I push it out of the way, the bowl falls to the floor with a crash.

Will laughs and leans into me. ”Shus.h.!.+”

”Hurry up then.”

”You're a bit b.l.o.o.d.y demanding,” he says and nips my lip.

Again, I attempt to undo his jeans and this time succeed. He's hot and ready in my hands. I've already lost any chance at decorum here and wriggle away from his hand, before sliding the tip of him along my wet heat. Where Will's other arm props him up on the counter, he slips and a gla.s.s falls into the sink. ”Jesus, Fleur! Wait.”

Reality seeps in as Will steps back. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom. ”Always prepared?” I ask.

”Seems like that could be sensible with you around.” He watches me through darkened eyes as he rolls the condom onto himself, the seconds of delay frustrating the h.e.l.l out of me.

The second he's done, I grab his waist and pull him close. We meet gazes, and I curl a shaking hand into his hair as he slides himself against my c.l.i.t. No words are needed, this is happening now and we're not holding back Will pushes hard inside me, and my other arm gives up holding me upright and I fall back against the bench again. More crockery crashes. I'm pulled upright, Will gripping my back so I can't move as his pace picks up. Hard, fast, uncontrolled.

”Stop. Tras.h.i.+ng. The kitchen,” he gasps out.

I hitch a leg around Will's waist and s.h.i.+ft so he hits the spot I need, the movement of his hips b.u.mping my c.l.i.t. I cling to him, matching his pace, head buried into his shoulder. I don't care where I am. I'm unaware of everything but the frenzied l.u.s.t and need between us. As the pressure builds and I reach out for the o.r.g.a.s.m I've craved all day, I breathe out words, which become louder as the seconds pa.s.s.

”Shh!”

I blink back to Will. ”What?”

”You.” Will's lips meet mine and our tongues dance in a rhythm to match our bodies. I pull my mouth away, can't breathe, edging closer, and the white light blinds with sudden intensity as I come. Surprised by the strength, I stifle a scream by sinking my teeth into Will's shoulder.

He swears and increases the speed, panting against my ear. Will loses himself as I continue to move against him, seeking more, and the pleasure ripples through again. Will grips my a.s.s as I tighten around him and he comes, groaning.

Our bodies remain tangled on the counter as we calm back to the real world. We kiss gently, stroke, touch; but my body is still smouldering from the intensity and isn't about to calm soon. ”Take me to bed,” I murmur against Will's ear.

His soft breath tickles my shoulder as he laughs. ”I think you're a bit late in asking that.”

I snuggle against Will, and enjoy the heat he radiates from our pa.s.sion downstairs. I think we managed to pick up all our clothes, and I sleepily decide to check in the morning. Too tired.

”You were uncomfortable with the band tonight, weren't you?” Will asks.

”A little.”

”I understand. Things are overwhelming.”

”And this is when you're only a bit famous.”

Will twists a strand of my hair around his finger. ”A bit?” he laughs.

”No, I mean things will become more intense.”

”Yeah, I know.” He drops my hair and turns on his side to look at me. ”That's why you're so important to me. I've told you before - with you, life is calm.”

I stroke his cheek. ”Calm? What we just did wasn't very calm.”

”Oh. Yeah. Definitely don't want to be calm with you in that way.” He nips my lip. ”Life's mad, the band intense, and my brother... well, he's hard work at the moment. I can escape with you, into us.”

”That's sweet.”

Will grimaces. ”Don't ever use that word about me!”

”I won't tell anybody.” I trace my tongue along his lips. ”Party boy Will Campbell is a sweetheart.”

”Ugh! Stop.”

I giggle. ”It's not an insult, Will. You're a great guy who loves and respects the girl in his life, and tells her.”

He grunts. ”That's not sweet; that's honesty and how people should be treated. I'm a world away from the direction I was headed. With you, I'm me and I won't lose sight of him.” He kisses me softly. ”I started to. You know, lose him, I mean.”

”I know. I heard and saw. But who wouldn't behave like that in your position?” I bite my lip, not wanting to confess I'm worried he'll become bored of what I represent, the way he left behind his studies again.

”Yeah, but this is real, Fleur. I'm more me when I'm with you.”

”Every day you surprise me more, Will.”

”I'm a Campbell twin; it's my job.” He pulls me onto him and my hair hangs into his face.

”No, you're not. You're Will.”

”Like I said, more me when I'm with you.”

As he kisses me, something that had never occurred to me pushes in. The world knows the Campbell twins as if they're one ent.i.ty, but they're not. Is part of his struggle an attempt to find who he is? Not only is his life being framed by his role as Ruby Riot ba.s.sist, but also he's defined as a 'Ruby Riot twin'. He isn't like Nate. He's Will and a different person to the role he's a.s.signed.

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