He smells like my soap, the woodsy scent of it infiltrating my nostrils as it mixes with something that is distinctly Will. Something spicy and manly and mouthwatering.

I like that he smells like me.

I like the smell of us combined.

Will hovers over me, gold-spun hair falling over his forehead and tickling my face. “Hi.”

“Hi,” I breathe.

He groans, diving forward, bypassing my mouth, and shooting straight for my cheek.

“Damn things are gonna kill me one day,” he mutters before biting down on the flesh just above the dimple sinking into my cheek.

I didn’t even realize I was smiling.

Lips find their way over my jaw, teeth scraping down my neck as I arch back. He drags one of his hands down the underside of my arm, fingertips fluttering over the sensitive, thin flesh as he brings his palm around to cup the soft, hollow place under my rib cage.

He drops his face to my chest, buries his nose right in my sternum, and inhales.

I try not to squirm.

He lifts his face, resting his chin right there on the center of my chest. Right next to my thundering heart. He looks up at me through his dark gold lashes, and I lick my lips, nervous.

Never in my life have I been less than fully confident in my abilities in the bedroom...or living room, or shower, or back seat of my car—you get the picture. But suddenly I’m fucking clueless, and it’s...disarming to say the least.

He narrows his eyes. “I can’t decide which one I like more.”

“What?”

He reaches over and pinches my nipple at the same time he lifts up and crashes his lips to mine.

I grunt into his mouth as that wicked fucking tongue of his flicks over the metal barbell going through mine at the same time he tugs on the one in my nipple.

Holy fucking—

It’s like he found a direct line to my balls. I swear I nearly bust my load right then and there. It’s not like girls haven’t played with my piercings before, but there’s something about a guy’s rough touch combined with his no-holds-barred confidence that just presses all the buttons I didn’t know I even had.

Or maybe it’s just the fact that it’s Will—Will fucking Foster taking me apart piece by piece until I’m sure there will be nothing left of me when we’re done.

It makes me wonder how the hell I ever went this long without it.

His other hand presses down next to my head, allowing me to reach up and grab his face. Guiding his head back, I bite down on his bottom lip at the same time he grinds his lower half up against me.

“Fuck,” I pant.