He tries to pull back, but I cling tighter. “Don’t go.” I hear the desperation in my voice.
“Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere. Talk to me. You’re scaring me. Are you hurt?”
I shake my head. God, there’s just so much running through me. So much in my head. I’m so sad about Nick, and afraid of losing Will, yet afraid of loving him too. And I’m so fucking tired of being afraid of losing something, someone, important to me.
“Need you,” I murmur and suddenly feel the tears leaking out of my eyes.
“Megan,” he’s awake now, and worried.
“I’m not hurt,” I mutter and lean my forehead on his shoulder, still clinging to him, relishing the feel of his impossibly strong arms around me. “We lost Nick tonight. I miss you. I just want to be here with you, okay?”
“Oh, baby.”
I don’t even care that he calls me baby. It’s comforting and loving, and I need it. I need him.
“You are always welcome here, Meg. Always.”
I finally lean my head back and look into his soft blue eyes. He’s so kind. How did I ever think that he was trying to hurt me?
“I’m so sorry about Nick. He was a really good kid. He was completely smitten with you, but I can’t blame him.” He grins down at me and kisses my nose, and I relax again. He just soothes me.
“Will, you scare the fuck out of me.” His eyes widen briefly, and then he exhales and closes them. He chuckles softly as he leans in and rests his lips against my own.
“Megan, you exasperate me, and turn me on, and make me crazy.” He kisses me softly, brushing his lips across mine, and gently combs his fingers through my hair.
“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.