“What else?” he asks. “Tell me what else.”

I know what he’s asking for.

“I need you,” I whisper. “I need you.”

His eyes fill with wild joy. He kisses me, swings me around and sets me gently to the floor. I shove the books aside. He lowers himself on top of me, his legs nestle around mine, his arms cage me in. He looks down at me, there’s the joy I saw, and something else, something that makes my heart pound.

I think it’s…love.

I recognize it because I feel the same thing. There’s no running from it, not here, not now.

I can see it in his eyes, he’s not going to leave me, not ever. Like he said, he’ll give me heaven, soul mate or not. I’m not afraid anymore. He’s mine and I’m his.

“I want you,” I say. His eyes go dark.

He runs his hands over my ribs and sends his thumbs to circle my nipples. I cry out and lift my hips and press them against him.

“If we do this. You’re mine. I’m not letting you go.” He says it as a warning.

“Promise?”

He grins then flips up my dress and slides my panties down my legs.

“Promise,” he says. Then he drops his mouth to my clit. He sucks on me and I cry out at the flood of sensation. I grab his shoulders. He moves his hands to my bare thighs and holds me in place as he strokes me with his tongue.

A fiery heat consumes me, fills me, and I want more. I want Will. I drag my fingers over his shoulders, up his cheeks, through his hair. He hums on my clit and it throbs in response. I arch up to him and he grabs my hips and holds me against his mouth. I’m in his arms, bare to him, open.

“Cum for me,” he says.

The fire grows hotter, I’m drunk on it. There’s only the heat, me and Will.

“Cum for me,” he demands.

He flicks his tongue over my clit and the fire breaks free and rages through me. I cry out, convulse below him as he strokes me and kisses me.

When I lay back, limp, but still burning for him, he lifts his head and smiles at me. My heart leaps at that smile and I grin back, like we just took on the world and won. Then he takes me in his arms and carries me to the long table. He lays me on it. I watch as he pulls off his shirt. His chest is muscular and slick with sweat. His shoulders are defined and strong. They’d have to be—he carries so much responsibility. It shows how much he cares.