Everything I’ve always felt for him.
When we come up for air, he’s grinning. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
I laugh, feeling giddy. “You always were a smart one.”
He nods toward the dancers. “There’s one more song. Want to dance?”
“Sounds good to me,” I say, beaming back. “I never did get a chance to put that tango lesson to use.”
“Let’s go, then, Deanna Troi,” he says, and we head into the mass of dancers.
It takes me a moment to settle into the rhythm, and I’m not up for any of the fancy footwork some of the dancers around us are showing off. But with Will’s arm around my back and my hand resting on his shoulder, the basic steps come back to me. Sidestep, cross, pivot. The energy of the crowd flows around us. I laugh, gazing into Will’s eyes.
Maybe I was wrong about these big public spectacles, after all.
Will’s body is pressed against me, and I’m getting hot, just being back in his arms again.
God, I’ve missed him.
The last song fades out. We ease to a stop as the dancers disperse. I don’t want to let go of Will, and he doesn’t appear to have any intention of stepping away from me.
“My place?” I ask.
His grin stretches wider.
We jump in a car, kissing the whole way home, and I’m too caught up in the moment to have second thoughts until I’ve already turned the key in my door. “I, er, wasn’t expecting company,” I say as the door swings open. “The place is a bit of a mess.”
Will tweaks my hair. “I wouldn’t expect anything less. We seem to be pretty good at messy.”
He steps inside and looks around. “It’s not so bad,” he says, taking in the stacks of books, clothes, and yesterday’s takeout containers.
“Liar,” I laugh.
His gaze seems to catch on one of the bookcase shelves. He walks over. “You still have this,” he says, his voice soft. He taps a metal object I’d almost forgotten was lying there. It’s the business seal we had made for Professor Maldew’s project.
“There were good memories from college too,” I say.
“Yes. Yes, there were.” He turns toward me, his grin mischievous now. “Let’s see how many we can create in one evening.”
Despite the playfulness of his approach, his kiss is tender. I kiss him back, loving the warmth of his body. There’s no rush today, no time limit or uncertainties hanging over us. This isn’t about scratching an itch. I have no desire to get this man out of my system. I want to revel in his touch for as long as humanly possible.
But it’s not enough just to kiss. Not when I already know what it’s like to have so much more of him. I press my lips to Will’s more insistently, teasing my tongue against his. Then I steer us into the bedroom with his arms still around me. We yank clothing off as we go, until he tips me back against the bed, poised over me but hardly touching. My skin shivers in anticipation.
“I missed you,” I whisper, feeling a surge of emotion. “Not just the past weeks, but . . . always.”
Will’s eyes flash dark. “You won’t ever have to miss me again,” he vows.
“It’s a plan,” I agree, so happy I could burst.
“Hmmm.” Will kisses my neck slowly. “When Ruby Walters starts making plans, the world had better watch out.”
“Especially when Will Cassidy is around to make sure she hasn’t neglected any of the details.”
He hums his approval and kisses lower. My breath stutters as he nips my shoulder. He slips one strap of my bra down and then the other, kissing a slow, torturous line across the top of my breasts. His hands follow. They dip under the cups, and he captures my lips with his. I whimper into his mouth as he works over my nipples, my hands roaming over every inch of his muscled chest and downward to their favorite destination. I trace my fingers over the crotch of his boxers. His cock is so hard beneath the fabric that my panties dampen at the feel of it. He groans and reaches to undo his belt.
“What do you want to see today?” he murmurs as he kicks off his slacks. “More stars, or does my adventuress have something else in mind?”
“Mmmm.” I sigh against him. “Why don’t you take me to a whole other galaxy?”
“Mission accepted.”
He eases his hand under me to undo my bra. Then his tongue and teeth are setting every nerve in my body on fire as his hardness rubs against me with a friction that makes me moan. He rocks against me at an electrifying rhythm. My head is already whirling. My fingers clutch at his back. Who needs the tango when you could be doing this with your partner instead?
“Good?” he whispers by my ear.
“Wonderful,” I mutter. “Now get your cock inside me.”
He laughs, but he’s breathless too. Somehow with a fumbling of hands and twisting bodies, we manage to shed the rest of our clothes. I grab a condom out of my bedside table, and Will impatiently rolls it on, lifting my hips and parting my thighs. Then he drives into me, deep and hard.
Yes.
Before I can move to meet him, he withdraws and plunges in again, and again, in steady, powerful strokes that leave me shaking. I moan, clinging to his sweat-slick skin, arching higher to take him even deeper inside.
God, he feels so good.
“Ruby,” Will groans, and damn, I love the way he says my name. “You feel so good,” he gasps, and I answer with a sharp thrust of my hips.
He rolls us suddenly, positioning me on top. I sink down, taking him deep inside me, fuck, so deep, I can’t even take it. The friction is building, a deep heat rising through my whole body.
“Look at me,” Will demands, gripping my hips. “Look at me while you ride my cock.”
Dammit, the dirty talk drives me wild. I lock onto his eyes, losing myself in his gaze, seeing the lust there, and how much he wants me.
How much he loves me.
I slow the pace, rising up and sinking down on his cock. Will lets out another groan. “God, Ruby . . .”
I clench around him, feeling every inch. This is what I’ve wanted for so long. Not just the sex, but all of it. The man who understands me, who knows me. The real me.
No games. No pretending.
Just us.
I rock against him, feeling his cock drive deep. “Will,” I whimper, feeling the heat rise. “Fuck, I’m close.”
“I’ve got you.” Will leans up, scooping me in his arms. He thrusts up inside me, God, hitting my sweet spot and making me cry out in pleasure. “I’ve got you, baby.”
He rolls us again, and then I’m on my back, and he’s slamming deep inside me. Oh fuck, I can’t hold back anymore, I feel my orgasm start, unfurling deep inside. But Will doesn’t stop, he drives into me again, so deep I see stars. “Come for me,” he orders, his voice ragged. He’s panting now, so close to the edge with me. “Do it, Ruby. Come.”