and desperation that bothered him. But now that they had started, he was hungry for her.
He pulled back and caressed her cheek. “We don’t have to do this.”
Indecision flickered again before she said, “Shut up and kiss me, Will.”
He obeyed, although his obedience had little to do with his bind to obey her commands. They made love in a frenzy of passion and desolation. Afterward, they lay sweaty and entwined. Emma stared at the ceiling as Will watched her face, trying to figure out how to give her what she needed.
Jake .
Jake was what she needed and he was doing everything he could to find him. Only it didn’t seem like enough.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, still studying the ceiling overhead.
“Because I can’t get enough of you.”
She laughed. “You already have me, player. You don’t have to throw me any lines.”
In a quick jerk, he rolled on top of her, playfully pinning her arms over her head. “Do you want me to prove it to you?”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “Prove what?”
“How much I love you.”
Her eyes sank closed with a soft shake of her head. “Will…”
“You can deny it all you want, but I love you anyway.” He kissed her as his hand slid slowly down her arm until it found her breast. She inhaled at the contact.
“Please don’t insult my attraction to you,” he murmured against her lips.
He lifted his head and her eyelashes fluttered open. He studied her brown eyes, hoping they would give him insight to her thoughts. Instead, she grinned. “If I say I’m sorry does that mean we’re going to have make-up sex again?”
“No, and although I’m tempted, I’m not your sex toy.” He rolled to his side and pulled her into an embrace. “Let’s get lunch, then do something before we go to my apartment. Got any ideas?”
She was silent for a moment then said, “We can stop and see my grandmother. She lives in Lamar. It’ll be on the way.”
“You have a grandmother?”
She snorted. “Of course, I have a grandmother. Contrary to the evidence in the bar last night, my mother isn’t a fungus spore that spontaneously spawned.”
“Why didn’t you mention it before?”
“Because I rarely saw my grandmother growing up. She and my mother didn’t get along and I suspect it might have had something to do with me or my father. Even though Mom moved to Joplin right after I was born, Grandma might have something to help us. At any rate, we should get a better reception from her.”
“Then let’s get lunch and go see her.”
Emma looked at the clock. “It’s almost eleven o’clock and it’ll take less than an hour to get there. Grandma always loved to cook. I bet she’ll want to fix us lunch.”
Will’s stomach growled at the thought of home-cooked food. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a meal that didn’t come from a restaurant kitchen.
***
They arrived in Lamar less than an hour later. Will drove through an older neighborhood. The canopies of massive trees loomed overhead as Emma studied the houses, trying to remember which one was her grandmother’s. “I haven’t visited her since I left for college and rarely before that,” she apologized.
She was about to give up when she saw the small white house with the pink metal awning covering the porch. “There!” The house was smaller than she remembered, which threw her off, but she recognized the faded white-painted wishing well she’d thrown pennies in as a little girl. The giant snowball bush was still at the corner of the house, only now it was more overgrown and out of control.
Will parked the car at the curb. “Do you think she’s home?”
Emma watched for a moment, looking for movement behind the frilly white curtains. “Probably. She retired my sophomore year of college and I remember she was always a homebody.” Emma reached for the door handle when Will grabbed her arm. She turned back to face him.
He gave her a reassuring smile.
He pulled back and caressed her cheek. “We don’t have to do this.”
Indecision flickered again before she said, “Shut up and kiss me, Will.”
He obeyed, although his obedience had little to do with his bind to obey her commands. They made love in a frenzy of passion and desolation. Afterward, they lay sweaty and entwined. Emma stared at the ceiling as Will watched her face, trying to figure out how to give her what she needed.
Jake .
Jake was what she needed and he was doing everything he could to find him. Only it didn’t seem like enough.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, still studying the ceiling overhead.
“Because I can’t get enough of you.”
She laughed. “You already have me, player. You don’t have to throw me any lines.”
In a quick jerk, he rolled on top of her, playfully pinning her arms over her head. “Do you want me to prove it to you?”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “Prove what?”
“How much I love you.”
Her eyes sank closed with a soft shake of her head. “Will…”
“You can deny it all you want, but I love you anyway.” He kissed her as his hand slid slowly down her arm until it found her breast. She inhaled at the contact.
“Please don’t insult my attraction to you,” he murmured against her lips.
He lifted his head and her eyelashes fluttered open. He studied her brown eyes, hoping they would give him insight to her thoughts. Instead, she grinned. “If I say I’m sorry does that mean we’re going to have make-up sex again?”
“No, and although I’m tempted, I’m not your sex toy.” He rolled to his side and pulled her into an embrace. “Let’s get lunch, then do something before we go to my apartment. Got any ideas?”
She was silent for a moment then said, “We can stop and see my grandmother. She lives in Lamar. It’ll be on the way.”
“You have a grandmother?”
She snorted. “Of course, I have a grandmother. Contrary to the evidence in the bar last night, my mother isn’t a fungus spore that spontaneously spawned.”
“Why didn’t you mention it before?”
“Because I rarely saw my grandmother growing up. She and my mother didn’t get along and I suspect it might have had something to do with me or my father. Even though Mom moved to Joplin right after I was born, Grandma might have something to help us. At any rate, we should get a better reception from her.”
“Then let’s get lunch and go see her.”
Emma looked at the clock. “It’s almost eleven o’clock and it’ll take less than an hour to get there. Grandma always loved to cook. I bet she’ll want to fix us lunch.”
Will’s stomach growled at the thought of home-cooked food. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a meal that didn’t come from a restaurant kitchen.
***
They arrived in Lamar less than an hour later. Will drove through an older neighborhood. The canopies of massive trees loomed overhead as Emma studied the houses, trying to remember which one was her grandmother’s. “I haven’t visited her since I left for college and rarely before that,” she apologized.
She was about to give up when she saw the small white house with the pink metal awning covering the porch. “There!” The house was smaller than she remembered, which threw her off, but she recognized the faded white-painted wishing well she’d thrown pennies in as a little girl. The giant snowball bush was still at the corner of the house, only now it was more overgrown and out of control.
Will parked the car at the curb. “Do you think she’s home?”
Emma watched for a moment, looking for movement behind the frilly white curtains. “Probably. She retired my sophomore year of college and I remember she was always a homebody.” Emma reached for the door handle when Will grabbed her arm. She turned back to face him.
He gave her a reassuring smile.
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