With Me In Seattle: Play With Me Part 8

"But I also want to know what makes you laugh. What p.i.s.ses you off. What you're pa.s.sionate about. I just want to learn everything about you. You're in my head, and I haven't felt this way in a long time. Jesus, I don't give shout-outs to women during every game for f.u.c.k sake."

He looks truly rattled and I soften, just a bit. Moving fast? A little. But he wants me safe, and I can appreciate that.

We have a relationship. Huh.

"I want to get to know you too," I murmur and smile happily.

"So," he continues and looks up at me with serious blue eyes. "Please be patient with me, and just set the d.a.m.n alarm when you leave, and when you're alone inside."

"Okay," I shrug like it's no big, and continue eating my pizza.

"You're not going to argue?"

"No, why would I? It's just an alarm. But I don't like being bossed around, so just talk to me about stuff, okay?"

Will smirks and sets both of our empty plates aside. He lifts himself onto the couch, his arms flexing all s.e.xy-like and I just sit back and watch him move.

He's just so... hot.

Suddenly, he's pulling me in his arms, settles me against him, kisses the top of my head and grabs the remote to my television.

"What are you doing?" I ask with a laugh.

"Watching TV."

"Why?"

"Because you won't let me make love to you, so I have to distract myself somehow."

Holy s.h.i.t on a stick.

I gape up at him. "Unless you've changed your mind about the three date rule?"

"Are you turning this whole pizza and TV thing into a date?" I ask him, suddenly hopeful.

"You noticed." He kisses my nose and smiles proudly at me.

"Then no, I haven't changed my mind." I settle against him and watch him flip through the channels. When he gets to the movie channels, and finds them blocked out, he frowns down at me.

"No movie channels?"

"No."

"Why?"

"They charge an arm and a leg for them, and I wouldn't watch them often anyway. I just go to one of the kiosk things for movies when I'm in the mood."

"Hmm, okay." His hand is moving rhythmically up and down my side, gently caressing me through my dress. My arm is around his lean waist, and I really, really want to feel his smooth skin, so I lift the hem of his soft shirt and slide my hand under it against his ripped abs. He sucks in a breath and his stomach tightens, but as he gets used to my touch, he exhales and kisses the top of my head.

I smile smugly as I feel him lift the hem of my dress and slide his hand under it, caressing my skin along my thigh.

G.o.d, that feels good.

I sigh and continue to touch him, enjoying his skin, the way his breath hitches when I hit a ticklish spot. I feel him wince when I touch one of his ribs and I frown up at him.

"Does that hurt?"

"A little," his face is calm and he doesn't explain further. I move my hand lightly over the rib again and he grimaces.

"A little, my a.s.s." I climb over him and pull his shirt up so I can see his ribs and sure enough, there is a deep purple bruise. "Sunday?" I ask.

"Yeah. No big deal."

I glare up at him and then down at the bruise again. "I don't like it."

"I'm not in love with it myself, sweetheart," he laughs and pulls me back to him.

"Does this happen a lot?"

"Meg, I have three hundred pound guys crashing into me. Of course I get b.u.mped and bruised. I'll live."

I frown again and look down at his chest, not saying anything. I hate the thought of him getting hurt.

He tilts my head back with his fingers on my chin and smiles softly down at me. "I'm okay."

I run my fingers down his smooth cheek. His eyes close as he leans into my touch, then he kisses my palm, and pins me with those blue eyes.

"I'm going to kiss you," he whispers.

"It's about time," I whisper back. He grins and kisses my forehead, down to my nose, over to the dimple in my cheek, and then lays those lips on mine, resting them there, for just a second, and then he starts to move. Those amazing lips nibble mine, and finally his tongue licks my bottom lip and leisurely makes love to my own, dancing and twirling, gently exploring me.

This is so different from when he kissed me at the party. This is intimate and tender. I love both sides to him, and can't wait to learn more about him.

I push my fingers up into his hair and moan contentedly as he continues the soft a.s.sault on my mouth.

He pulls back slightly, breathing hard, his eyes on fire. "I wouldn't mind kissing your lips all f.u.c.king day."

"I wouldn't mind that either," I murmur and grin at him.

"I hate your rule, you know."

"I kind of hate it right now, too," I admit and chuckle.

"You're worth it." He runs his knuckles down my cheek. "Hey, what happened to the pink?"

I frown at the change of subject, not understanding what he means and then I remember; my hair. "It's not permanent. It's this hair chalk stuff that I can paint my hair with, and then it washes out."

"Oh, that's cool." His hand glides up my thigh again, under my dress and I sigh. When he gets up to my hip, his eyes widen in surprise. "You're not wearing any underwear?"

"I rarely do." I shrug.

"So, no pajamas and no underwear." He swallows hard, clenches his eyes shut, and swears under his breath. His hand has stilled on my hip like he's afraid to move it.

Maybe my rule is stupid.

Maybe it would be okay to break the rule, just this once. He's already told me that he wants to pursue something more than just s.e.x with me, and isn't that the point of the rule anyway?

He opens his eyes and gazes down at me, and smiles gently. I brush my fingers through his hair, then cup the nape of his neck and pull him down to me. I nuzzle his nose and kiss him chastely.

"Touch me," I whisper.

He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, and sighs deeply.

"I won't be able to stop."

"So don't stop." I grin at him and he glares at me, making me laugh.

"You can't change the rules, Meg."

"Why not? It was my rule."

"Because, you'll resent me for it later." His hand clenches on my hip for just a brief second, and then glides back down my thigh.

Okay, he's going to be all gentlemanly. d.a.m.n him.

"Will," I whisper and kiss him again.

"Yeah."

"I really need you to touch me." G.o.d, please touch me.

In one large, smooth move, his hand glides up my thigh, over my a.s.s, to my back and back down again. I groan and push my hands under his shirt, running my hands over his smooth, warm skin.

"Can I take your dress off?" he asks.

"Yes, please."

It's dark in the living room now, the only light coming from the glow of the muted television. He sits up and pushes me to my feet before him, grips the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head and tosses it on the floor. He sucks in a loud breath and his deep blue eyes are hot as he looks me up and down from my hair, down my black-bra covered chest, my stomach, waxed pubis and legs, and then they travel back up again and find my own eyes.

"Take your bra off," he murmurs.

I comply and throw it on top of the dress.

"Dear G.o.d, Megan, you're beautiful."

I grin down at him and suddenly he pulls me down into his lap and cups a breast in his palm as he kisses me senseless. I trace the muscles in his shoulder with one hand and bury the other in his hair and hold him close to me while his hands roam over my sensitive body.

G.o.d, his hands feel so d.a.m.n good!

Finally, he trails kisses along my jaw and over to my neck where he pays extra-special attention as his hand travels oh-so-slowly south.

"I knew you felt good, and I knew you'd look fantastic, but you surpa.s.s every fantasy I've had about you, sweetheart."

"Hmm. I want to see you," I mutter but he shakes his head and chuckles.

"Not yet. This is about you, honey."

I start to protest, but then those magical fingers slip down over my pubis and find my center and everything in Will, those fingers, his breath, even his heart, still.

"What is this?" He pulls back and stares down at me in awe.

Oh, that.

"It's a piercing," I respond and lean up to kiss him again but he pulls back and his eyes narrow.

"Your c.l.i.t is pierced?" he asks incredulously.

"No, technically, my c.l.i.toral hood is pierced."

"f.u.c.k, I have to see this." He stands abruptly with me in his arms, and just when I think he's finally going to take me up to my bedroom, he lays me gently down on the couch. He turns off the TV, but flips on a soft lamp and kneels on the floor next to my head.

"You're amazing, you know that, right?" He kisses me softly, gently teasing my tongue with his, and then nibbles his way down my jaw again to my ear and down my neck to my collar bones.

"Will," I grip his shirt in my fists and try to pull it over his head but he backs away.

"Honey, I can't get naked." He swallows and shakes his head. "I can't. We're going to respect your G.o.dd.a.m.n three date rule, but I want to explore you a bit. Is that okay?"

"Okay," I whisper and he smiles wickedly.

"Just lay back and enjoy." He captures a nipple in his mouth and suckles it gently at first and then a bit harder, making me moan. His hands are everywhere. Brushing up and down my ribs, down my thighs, and up again. Finally, after he pays special attention to the other nipple, he begins to gently bite, suck and nibble his way down my stomach as his hand glides up the inside of my thigh.

"Will..."

"Shh, it's okay."

He spreads my legs and sits there, just looking down at my center, and I suddenly become very shy.

"Turn the light off," I whisper.

His eyes find mine. His face is tight with l.u.s.t, his eyes bright, and his jaw ticking from clenching his jaw shut.

"Not a chance," he growls. "I want to see you. f.u.c.k, Meg, you're so s.e.xy."

He settles on his elbows and gently brushes my piercing with his fingertip. It makes my back arch and catch my breath.

"s.h.i.t."

"How long have you had this?" he asks.