could make you tell me.” He whispered.
She didn’t reply. She hadn’t been this close to Will since
the night in the gym, and her senses were being flooded with the memories of
his mouth, his hard body and the incredible orgasm he had given her.
“You’re standing too close.” She whispered weakly. She had
spent the last four weeks trying to forget what it was like being with Will.
With his terrible treatment of her, she had found it surprisingly easy and thought
she had lost all of her attraction to him. But now, after only a few seconds
of him touching her, of looking at her, she was right back to that night in the
gym. Minutes ago she had been so angry with him she had wanted to strangle him,
and now it was all she could do to stop herself from throwing him on the ground
and having her way with him.
“Am I in your personal space?” He asked silkily. His anger
seemed to have dissipated completely, and he was staring at her in a way that
was all too familiar. He cupped her jaw and rubbed his thumb across her mouth,
smiling a little at her soft moan.
She swallowed thickly and nodded, staring into Will’s eyes.
The blue was fading, becoming lighter and lighter until they were a golden
yellow. She frowned but before she could ask him about it, he bent his head
until his mouth was almost touching hers.
“I like being in your personal space.” He whispered, his
breath puffing against her lips. Still cupping her face, he reached down with
his other hand and gripped her ass. He squeezed it roughly, making her gasp,
and pulled her body flush against his. His hand drifted down her thigh and to
the back of her knee, and she made no move to stop him when he pulled her leg
up and hooked it around his hips. He used his leg to push against her other
one, forcing her to widen her stance until he could fit himself between her
legs. She moaned at the feel of his erection against her and tightened her leg
around his hips, pressing her crotch against him.
With a low groan he kissed her hard. Her mouth opened to
his insistent tongue, and she gave another moan of pleasure as they kissed deeply.
He cupped her breast, kneading and squeezing it through her
tank top and sports bra. She ran her fingers up his skull and tangled them
into his damp hair, holding on tightly as he kissed his way down her neck. His
beard tickled lightly and she giggled softly. He growled and nipped her
throat.
“Find something funny, Ms. Torrington?”
“No.” She moaned as he licked his way across her
collarbone.
He was reaching for her shirt when he suddenly froze. He
stood with his head cocked to the side, an intent look on his face.
“What?” She asked hoarsely.
“Someone’s coming.” He muttered. He stepped away from her
and she straightened her clothing as seconds later, voices were heard outside
the training room. She held her breath and then released it in a harsh rush
when the voices continued past the door and faded down the hallway.
“Come back to my room with me.” He held out his hand.
She laughed shakily. “I don’t think that’s a very good idea,
Will.”
“I think it’s an excellent idea. In fact,” he stepped
closer and snaked an arm around her waist, “it’s the best idea I’ve had in
weeks.”
He bent his head to kiss her again and she leaned back. He
frowned, his eyes glowing softly at her.
“Why are your eyes a different colour, Will?” She asked
quietly. She touched his beard lightly, feeling the coarse hair under her
fingers. “And how is it possible that you can grow a beard in minutes?”
He let go of her and turned away, staring at the wall behind
him for a moment. When he turned around his eyes were their normal shade of
blue and, while he still wasn’t clean-shaven, the hair on his cheeks had
thinned considerably.
“You’re imagining things, Hannah.”
That made her laugh. “Bullshit, Will. When you walked
She didn’t reply. She hadn’t been this close to Will since
the night in the gym, and her senses were being flooded with the memories of
his mouth, his hard body and the incredible orgasm he had given her.
“You’re standing too close.” She whispered weakly. She had
spent the last four weeks trying to forget what it was like being with Will.
With his terrible treatment of her, she had found it surprisingly easy and thought
she had lost all of her attraction to him. But now, after only a few seconds
of him touching her, of looking at her, she was right back to that night in the
gym. Minutes ago she had been so angry with him she had wanted to strangle him,
and now it was all she could do to stop herself from throwing him on the ground
and having her way with him.
“Am I in your personal space?” He asked silkily. His anger
seemed to have dissipated completely, and he was staring at her in a way that
was all too familiar. He cupped her jaw and rubbed his thumb across her mouth,
smiling a little at her soft moan.
She swallowed thickly and nodded, staring into Will’s eyes.
The blue was fading, becoming lighter and lighter until they were a golden
yellow. She frowned but before she could ask him about it, he bent his head
until his mouth was almost touching hers.
“I like being in your personal space.” He whispered, his
breath puffing against her lips. Still cupping her face, he reached down with
his other hand and gripped her ass. He squeezed it roughly, making her gasp,
and pulled her body flush against his. His hand drifted down her thigh and to
the back of her knee, and she made no move to stop him when he pulled her leg
up and hooked it around his hips. He used his leg to push against her other
one, forcing her to widen her stance until he could fit himself between her
legs. She moaned at the feel of his erection against her and tightened her leg
around his hips, pressing her crotch against him.
With a low groan he kissed her hard. Her mouth opened to
his insistent tongue, and she gave another moan of pleasure as they kissed deeply.
He cupped her breast, kneading and squeezing it through her
tank top and sports bra. She ran her fingers up his skull and tangled them
into his damp hair, holding on tightly as he kissed his way down her neck. His
beard tickled lightly and she giggled softly. He growled and nipped her
throat.
“Find something funny, Ms. Torrington?”
“No.” She moaned as he licked his way across her
collarbone.
He was reaching for her shirt when he suddenly froze. He
stood with his head cocked to the side, an intent look on his face.
“What?” She asked hoarsely.
“Someone’s coming.” He muttered. He stepped away from her
and she straightened her clothing as seconds later, voices were heard outside
the training room. She held her breath and then released it in a harsh rush
when the voices continued past the door and faded down the hallway.
“Come back to my room with me.” He held out his hand.
She laughed shakily. “I don’t think that’s a very good idea,
Will.”
“I think it’s an excellent idea. In fact,” he stepped
closer and snaked an arm around her waist, “it’s the best idea I’ve had in
weeks.”
He bent his head to kiss her again and she leaned back. He
frowned, his eyes glowing softly at her.
“Why are your eyes a different colour, Will?” She asked
quietly. She touched his beard lightly, feeling the coarse hair under her
fingers. “And how is it possible that you can grow a beard in minutes?”
He let go of her and turned away, staring at the wall behind
him for a moment. When he turned around his eyes were their normal shade of
blue and, while he still wasn’t clean-shaven, the hair on his cheeks had
thinned considerably.
“You’re imagining things, Hannah.”
That made her laugh. “Bullshit, Will. When you walked
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