“You’re worth it.” He runs his knuckles down my cheek. “Hey, what happened to the pink?”

I frown at the change of subject, not understanding what he means and then I remember; my hair. “It’s not permanent. It’s this hair chalk stuff that I can paint my hair with, and then it washes out.”

“Oh, that’s cool.” His hand glides up my thigh again, under my dress and I sigh. When he gets up to my hip, his eyes widen in surprise. “You’re not wearing any underwear?”

“I rarely do.” I shrug.

“So, no pajamas and no underwear.” He swallows hard, clenches his eyes shut, and swears under his breath. His hand has stilled on my hip like he’s afraid to move it.

Maybe my rule is stupid.

Maybe it would be okay to break the rule, just this once. He’s already told me that he wants to pursue something more than just sex with me, and isn’t that the point of the rule anyway?

He opens his eyes and gazes down at me, and smiles gently. I brush my fingers through his hair, then cup the nape of his neck and pull him down to me. I nuzzle his nose and kiss him chastely.

“Touch me,” I whisper.

He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, and sighs deeply.

“I won’t be able to stop.”

“So don’t stop.” I grin at him and he glares at me, making me laugh.

“You can’t change the rules, Meg.”

“Why not? It was my rule.”

“Because, you’ll resent me for it later.” His hand clenches on my hip for just a brief second, and then glides back down my thigh.

Okay, he’s going to be all gentlemanly. Damn him.

“Will,” I whisper and kiss him again.

“Yeah.”

“I really need you to touch me.” God, please touch me.

In one large, smooth move, his hand glides up my thigh, over my ass, to my back and back down again. I groan and push my hands under his shirt, running my hands over his smooth, warm skin.

“Can I take your dress off?” he asks.

“Yes, please.”

It’s dark in the living room now, the only light coming from the glow of the muted television. He sits up and pushes me to my feet before him, grips the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head and tosses it on the floor. He sucks in a loud breath and his deep blue eyes are hot as he looks me up and down from my hair, down my black-bra covered chest, my stomach, waxed pubis and legs, and then they travel back up again and find my own eyes.

“Take your bra off,” he murmurs.

I comply and throw it on top of the dress.

“Dear God, Megan, you’re beautiful.”

I grin down at him and suddenly he pulls me down into his lap and cups a breast in his palm as he kisses me senseless. I trace the muscles in his shoulder with one hand and bury the other in his hair and hold him close to me while his hands roam over my sensitive body.

God, his hands feel so damn good!

Finally, he trails kisses along my jaw and over to my neck where he pays extra-special attention as his hand travels oh-so-slowly south.

“I knew you felt good, and I knew you’d look fantastic, but you surpass every fantasy I’ve had about you, sweetheart.”

“Hmm. I want to see you,” I mutter but he shakes his head and chuckles.

“Not yet. This is about you, honey.”

I start to protest, but then those magical fingers slip down over my pubis and find my center and everything in Will, those fingers, his breath, even his heart, still.

“What is this?” He pulls back and stares down at me in awe.

Oh, that.

“It’s a piercing,” I respond and lean up to kiss him again but he pulls back and his eyes narrow.

“Your clit is pierced?” he asks incredulously.

“No, technically, my clitoral hood is pierced.”

“Fuck, I have to see this.” He stands abruptly with me in his arms, and just when I think he’s finally going to take me up to my bedroom, he lays me gently down on the couch. He turns off the TV, but flips on a soft lamp and kneels on the floor next to my head.

“You’re amazing, you know that, right?” He kisses me softly, gently teasing my tongue with his, and then nibbles his way down my jaw again to my ear and down my neck to my collar bones.

“Will,” I grip his shirt in my fists and try to pull it over his head but he backs away.

“Honey, I can’t get naked.” He swallows and shakes his head. “I can’t. We’re going to respect your goddamn three date rule, but I want to explore you a bit. Is that okay?”

“Okay,” I whisper and he smiles wickedly.

“Just lay back and enjoy.” He captures a nipple in his mouth and suckles it gently at first and then a bit harder, making me moan. His hands are everywhere. Brushing up and down my ribs, down my thighs, and up again. Finally, after he pays special attention to the other nipple, he begins to gently bite, suck and nibble his way down my stomach as his hand glides up the inside of my thigh.

“Will…”

“Shh, it’s okay.”

He spreads my legs and sits there, just looking down at my center, and I suddenly become very shy.

“Turn the light off,” I whisper.

His eyes find mine. His face is tight with lust, his eyes bright, and his jaw ticking from clenching his jaw shut.

“Not a chance,” he growls. “I want to see you. Fuck, Meg, you’re so sexy.”

He settles on his elbows and gently brushes my piercing with his fingertip. It makes my back arch and catch my breath.

“Shit.”

“How long have you had this?” he asks.

“Five years.”

“Why?” he asks and brushes it with his thumb while his fingers slide through my wet lips and I gasp again. “God, you’re so wet.”

“I was in a band, people had piercings, I didn’t want mine to show.” The words come out super-fast because of what he’s doing to me and he chuckles.

“Does it heighten pleasure?” he asks and I swear again as he barely brushes the little bar-bell and it sets my clit on fire.

“What do you think?” Fuck, I can’t stop moving.

“It’s tiny,” he remarks.

“It’s a tiny part of my body,” I remind him ruefully and then squirm again as he brushes it one more time with his finger.

Will kisses my navel, and I push my hands into his hair. He moves down and gently wraps those amazing lips around my clit and metal and I come undone, pushing against his mouth, raising my hips up off the cushion. His hands are cupping my ass, holding me against him and I ride my orgasm, jerking and shuddering, and suddenly his lips move farther down and his tongue is inside me, then licking my labia, and inside me again. It’s a full-on assault Will-style, and it’s the most amazing fucking thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.