Throat thick with nerves and something else—something I can’t quite name yet, like it’s just right out of reach—I use the hand I had only moments ago drifting over my pecs to find his. The one on my thigh.

Will watches me with a tiny frown as I grip his hand and slide it. Right over my dick.

His eyes flare and he seems to release a shaky breath.

“Make me forget,” I find myself saying.

He stills.

I swallow. Hard. Then, “You’re the only one who can.”

His jaw seems to clamp shut, turning to steel as his wild ocean blue eyes search mine. As if to ask me, Are you sure, are you certain, are you...?

I sit up so fast, startling him, that he grips my dick as if to steady himself.

I’d laugh if I wasn’t so fucking keyed up—with nerves, with red-hot desire, with that fleeting too-much, too-soon feeling just hovering on the horizon.

I grip the back of his head, and right against his parted lips, I say, “I trust you. Now shut the fuck up and touch me already—”

He smashes his lips to mine, pushing me back, back, back until I’m once again sprawled out on the bed with a bare-ass naked Will near-smothering me. I swear there’s not an inch of space separating any part of our bodies as he kisses and sucks and nips his way down my neck and over my chest.

I stare up at the ceiling with heaving breaths, my fingers carding through Will’s thick dirty blond hair.

He tucks his hands into my pants, bypassing my boxers, so his knuckles are right against my bare skin. He doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t try to make sure I’m still on board with this. He just pulls down my pants like it’s always been his God-given mission in life to get me naked. And hallelujah for that.

I lift my ass up so he can quickly, easily tug off my sweats and boxers in one go. I don’t see where he throws them, because one second, I feel the chill of the air on my overheated, over-sensitized skin; and the next, there’s a hot, heavy palm encasing my dick. A rough thumb rubs over the damp head, pressing down on the little divot there like he’s had the secret to my downfall all along.

I groan, dropping my head back into the mattress.

Will sucks a mark into my chest, right above my sternum as he slowly, expertly works me over. My balls already feel fit to burst—all from a goddamn handy.

“I hate you,” I moan.

He chuckles deeply into my neck, the sick, sadistic bastard.

My heels dig into the side of the mattress as if scrambling for purchase while my hips start fucking his hand of their own volition.