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“I need to see you,” I pleaded, giving in.
“Tell me where.”
An hour later, the gleam of a silver SUV flashed on my block, parking down the street from my apartment. A tall, lean figure jumped out. We met on the sidewalk in a sudden hard hug.
I barely registered the clean scent of Will’s cologne, the softness of his unzipped leather jacket against my bare arms and shoulders, his hand sliding up into my thick hair. His muscled arms were tight around me. I buried my face in his chest, breathing against his fine-knit sweater, then stepped back.
Will held me a second longer before he let go. Our hands met, fingers twining together, and I didn’t know if this was a good idea.
“This way,” I panted, dragging him toward my apartment building.
Inside, we stumbled up the three flights of stairs. I fumbled in my purse one-handed. Will’s thumb stroked my other palm, making my head swim, until my fingers closed on the key and I unlocked the door.
“Here.” I turned on the light. “My new place.”
Clear green eyes flicked around the apartment in growing shock. As his hand tightened on mine, Will took in the narrow front hall, the exposed pipes in the bathroom, the charming window view of a brick wall, and the second-hand table wedged in a corner of the kitchen, barely big enough for three mismatched chairs.
I had to laugh. “Trust me, I was lucky to get this.”
“How can you stand living here, Andie?” Will cupped my chin, staring down at me in horror. “I’ll get you someplace better.”
I tugged him into my tiny bedroom, closed the door, and flipped the light switch. Will’s wordless gaze traveled over the patchwork quilt on the bed, the books overflowing the shelves, the plants lining the windowsill, and the cheap art posters tacked to the walls.
“This is home,” I whispered in his ear. “More than anyplace else right now.”
“Okay.” Will's lips twisted in a crooked smile.
He turned to me, crowding me against the wall. Our fingers were still laced together. When he leaned down, his mouth ready for a kiss, I put a hand on his firm chest.
“Will, have you told anyone about us?” I sucked in my breath. He was running a finger inside the neckline of my dress, stroking the tops of my breasts. I couldn’t help arching my back, seeking more touch. “Be honest.”
“No.” Will looked startled. His hand closed over my breast as his free thumb stroked my wrist. “This is between you and me.”
“Good.” I tried to breathe normally, gripping Will’s hand as his fingers grazed my breast again.
“Why?” he murmured in my ear. “What are you so worried about, sweet girl?”
A thumb stroked my nipple into aching hardness. I bit back a gasp.
“I ran into your friends at some fancy bar tonight,” I said quickly. “Spence and Pax.”
“Really.” Will's eyebrows lifted. His other hand let mine go, moving to my breast. Both hands cupped the small mounds now, expertly stroking. “Did they give you a hard time?”
“They were themselves.”
When he pinched my nipples suddenly, I clutched his waist, running my palms up his chest. There were too many layers in the way: leather jacket, cashmere sweater, collared shirt, undershirt... I squeezed his shoulders, firm and muscled through the leather, and moaned softly at the sensation of tender buds being rolled between my cousin's fingers.
“Because if anyone gives you a hard time, Andie—“ Will's breath was warm against my ear again — “about anything at all, tell me.”
Impulsively, I started to giggle. No matter how much influence Will or his parents had, or thought they had, no one could be that powerful. His hands on my breasts were ticklish and tingling. Nerves made my body hum. My own hands couldn't stop roaming over his chest and arms now, gripping his back when he gave my nipple another firm pinch.
“Okay, then maybe you can do something about the person who pushed me on the subway to get a seat.” I tugged his crisp button-down and clean white undershirt out of his pants. My hands slid to the spot on Will’s hard stomach where he was the most ticklish. He writhed, laughing, and grabbed my wrists. “Or my manager, who wants everything done yesterday.”
“You'd be surprised.” He kissed my ear. His warm breath sent a shudder through me. Our laughter died away.
When I pulled my wrists free of his grasp to tug his hair, sure fingers worked the straps of my dress over my shoulders. The cool scrape of metal made me shiver as he unzipped the back of my dress. Thumbs hooked into my sopping panties, sliding the thin material over my slender hips.
“Fuck,” he whispered, staring at the sprinkling of freckles on my creamy skin, the slopes of my breasts capped with little pink buds, and the fluff of copper curls between my legs. My nipples, already hard, puckered even more under his gaze. I gripped his firm waist to stay upright. “I didn’t know if you’d call, Andie.”
