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  With a guttural growl of approval, Will matched her enthusiasm, crushed her to him and she actually whimpered he felt so good. His kiss was hot and frantic, thrilling and impatient, thank God, because though she’d undoubtedly relish every single minute of a grand seduction, she simply couldn’t wait that long.

  With every skilled thrust of his tongue into her mouth, she heard Now! Now! Now! An impressive bulge nudged her belly, branded her, and her lips slid into a grateful smile. Cocked, locked and ready to rock, indeed Rowan thought dimly as another rush of warmth coated her folds. She clenched her feminine muscles in a vain attempt to stem the flow, but she might as well have been trying to dam the Mississippi with a kitchen sponge—it wasn’t gonna happen.

  He tore his mouth from hers, then trailed thorough but speedy kisses down the side of her neck, along her jaw. Rowan untangled her fingers from his hair, eagerly jerked his shirt from the waistband of his shorts, then sighed with pleasure when her hands found his bare skin.

  Warm, supple and smooth.

  Sweet.

  A low masculine hum of pleasure hissed out of him, and his belly shuddered gratifyingly beneath her fingers. Getting beneath the shirt wasn’t enough—she wanted it off. She tugged the garment over his head, then slung it over the stall door. With a soft wicked chuckle, Will grasp the hem of her tank and swiftly drew it off as well. His hot gaze fastened on her chest and she had the pleasure of watching his eyes darken further. An unsteady breath puffed past his lips as he traced the lacy edge of her bra with slightly shaking fingers.

  “It clasps in the front,” Rowan told him, just in case he hadn’t noticed.

  “How fortuitous,” he murmured thickly. He slipped his fingers beneath the fastener and gave it a gentle pop. The cups sagged, baring her taut nipples to his hungry gaze. Will let go a thin breath, lifted her from the waist, and gently set her down on the vanity. Then he bent his gorgeous head and fastened his greedy mouth onto her aching peak, expertly palming the other, lest it feel neglected.

  Rowan gasped with pleasure and sagged beneath the weight of the exquisite torment. He suckled, kissed, licked and ravished. His tongue blazed a trail from peak to peak, alternately around each globe, then pulled each in turn deep into his hot mouth. A steady throb built between her legs, that itchy sensation intensified deep in her womb and she hooked her legs around his thighs, trying desperately to find some sort of relief. She wanted that weighty pressure, wanted desperately to feel that hard part of him between her legs. At this point she was shameless, wasn’t too proud to beg.

  She reached out and scored his muscled chest—his nipples—with her nails, leaned forward and nipped his powerful shoulder, then licked the hurt away, savored the salty essence of his skin. His scent invaded her nostrils, drugged her to the point of delirium, and simply shattering into a million little pieces if he didn’t finish this soon became a genuine fear.

  She squirmed closer to him, let her hand drift over his belly, then boldly stroked his groin. A hot thrill snaked through her at the intimate contact. He was gloriously hard, electrifyingly huge. She slipped the button of his shorts from its closure, then felt his warm breath hiss over her nipple as she lowered his zipper. An instant later, she had him in hand, tenderly working the hot, slippery flesh over his rigid length. She ran the pad of her thumb over his wet tip, then painted his engorged head with the evidence of his desire. Will jerked, shuddered, beneath her ministrations, and a low growl of warning issued from his throat.

  She felt his warm fingers against her belly, felt her shorts give way beneath his questing hands. His mouth found hers once more.

  A hot probing kiss, the dizzying rasp of his tongue against hers.

  She alternately lifted her hips as he tugged her shorts and panties down in agonizingly slow increments. She watched, mesmerized, as Will withdrew a condom from his wallet, then his shorts and briefs sagged to his knees and he efficiently rolled the protection into place.

  She blinked drunkenly, astonished at his sheer size, and another thick warm rush of heat seeped into her weeping folds. Her nipples tingled and the air in her lungs virtually evaporated. Her neck suddenly felt too weak to support her head, and anticipation made her belly tremble violently.

  Will grasped her hips, scooted her forward, then guided himself to her center. The first nudge of him between her nether lips made Rowan inhale sharply—then he smoothly slid inside her, buried every glorious inch of himself to the hilt—and she exhaled in sublime, wondrous satisfaction. The storm inside her briefly abated, seemingly in awe of the flawless perfection of this moment. It didn’t matter that they were hiding in a bathroom, that her panties hung from one ankle, or that, on the other side of the door, roughly fifty unsuspecting people sat calmly eating their lunch.

  Nothing mattered but him being inside her—finally.

  Her world shifted and she clung to him, resisted the curious urge to weep. Home, sweet home, she thought. For no particular reason, she tried to tell herself. But she knew better. Knew that she’d never be the same.

  Will expelled a harsh breath and he rested his forehead against hers, locked himself inside her. His hands came up and gently framed her face, then with a tender heart-wrenchingly sweet look, he lowered his mouth to hers once more.

  One moment of tenderness in a maelstrom of mindlessness was all it took for her silly heart to melt like a pat of butter over a hot bun.

  A curiously relieved laugh stuttered out of her mouth. She looped her arms around his neck, threw every ounce of passion she possessed into the kiss and simultaneously clamped her greedy muscles around him. Pleasure barbed through her, and the single wanton act was all it took to make Will forget about being tender. His palms slid down her sides, grazed the margins of her breasts, then wound around until her bottom rested in his hands. He kneaded her rump as he slid in and out of her, a hot thrilling game of seek and retreat that quickly stoked the fire raging through her blood.

  A coil of tingly heat tightened in her womb and her breathing came in sharp little puffs as he upped the tempo.

  Harder, faster, then harder still.

  Will’s breathing grew labored as well, and a fine dew of sweat glistened on his shoulders. He pumped in and out of her, a rhythmic, erotic bump and grind that made her nipples quiver and dance as a result of his frantic, manic thrusts.

  Rowan couldn’t get enough of him. Her hands mapped his body. His shoulders, his belly, the small of his back and, when the first sparker of beginning release detonated in her womb, she anchored them on his ass and writhed wildly against him.

  Will growled low in his throat, a masculine sound of pleasure that sang in her veins.

  “Will,” Rowan gasped brokenly. “I need— I’m almost—”

  Will increased his rhythm, pounded into her. One hand left her bottom, came around and massaged her clit. The shock of sensation rent a soundless wail from the back of her throat, and a few clever strokes later she came so hard she honestly feared she might lose consciousness. Her vision blackened around the edges, colors faded into gray, and if he hadn’t held her upright, she would have undoubtedly melted into the floor.

  Wave after wave of release eddied through her, sucking her under, lifting her up. Heightened sensation bolted through her with every eager spasm of the orgasm.

  She heard Will’s breath catch in his throat, felt him tense, then a low keening growl sounded next to her ear as three hard thrusts later, he joined her in paradise. A shock of warmth pooled against the back of her womb, sending another tingle of joy through her.

  To her unreasonable delight, Will didn’t immediately withdraw from her, but rather lingered between her legs. A guy too quick on the dismount was a pet peeve of hers, and she was secretly thrilled that he wasn’t going to be guilty of that offense.

  He braced one palm on the vanity, then tipped her chin up. His eyes sparkled with latent humor and lingering lust, and just a smidge of something else. Affection, maybe? “That was spectacular,” Will murmured warmly, care
ssing each word with meaningful intent.

  Rowan smiled. “I agree.”

  “Do you have plans for tonight?”

  Her smile widened and hesitant joy expanded in her chest. “No,” she said slowly.

  Will’s gaze traced the curves of her face, dropped and lingered on her lips. “Then come be with me. I want to devour you…more slowly…next time.”

  Mama mia. Rowan barely suppressed a shiver. She nodded, unable to form a coherent reply.

  Ever so slowly, he pulled out of her, and she swallowed a wince of regret, already missing his warmth.

  A sharp rap on the door interrupted her mini-pity party and her alarmed gaze flew to Will’s equally shocked expression. She almost choked on a laugh.

  Rowan scrambled from the vanity while Will disappeared behind the stall, presumably to remove the condom. A flush of the commode confirmed her assessment. She snagged a paper towel from the rack on the wall and quickly did a little damage control as well. “Er…someone’s in here,” she called loudly.

  Silence, then, “Rowan, is that you?”

  Rowan froze in the process of tugging her panties back up her legs. Alexa? She looked up and caught Will’s questioning look. “It’s my friend,” she said quietly. “Yeah,” she admitted in slightly carrying tones. She shoved her legs back into her shorts and swiftly pulled them up. “I’ll, uh… I’ll be out in a minute.” Well, this was just great. She’d wanted Alexa to meet Will, but these were hardly ideal circumstances. Her friend, she knew, would roast her mercilessly.

  “Get the lead out, would you? You’ve been in there forever. I’ve got to pee like a Russian racehorse and some old geezer is holed up in the men’s room.”

  Rowan refastened her bra, snagged her shirt then dragged it over her head. She rolled her eyes. “Sorry,” she called, exasperated.

  “Will!”

  Holy shit, Rowan thought, jumping almost out of her skin. Will’s mother again. What the hell was with the screaming? she wondered.

  Will jerked, startled as well and swore hotly, then patted his shorts down until he found his phone. “I’ll call you back, Mom,” Will growled, then cut the power to prevent her from saying anything else.

  But it was too late. Though she couldn’t see Alexa’s face, Rowan knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she’d heard Will’s mother—hell, she wouldn’t be surprised if everyone in the damned restaurant had heard her.

  Sure enough, Alexa’s loaded voice sounded through the door. “Will?” she asked, her voice rife with happy innuendo. “Rowan, why do I get the feeling that you’re not alone?”

  Will and Rowan shared a fatalistic look. Oh, well, Rowan thought. It wasn’t like she was going to be able to walk out of the bathroom alone. She was busted, and truth be told, she’d rather be busted by Alexa than anyone else. She waited for Will to tuck in his shirt, then opened the door to find her friend on the other side. Alexa’s twinkling, knowing gaze bounced back and forth between them and she grinned widely.

  “It’s your third eye,” Rowan deadpanned. “I guess it’s not blind after all.”

  “Does that mean my other prediction came true as well?” Alexa asked, her voice a study in mystery.

  From the corner of her eye she watched Will’s forehead wrinkle with perplexity. Rowan felt her lips twitch, rocked back on her heels. “It certainly did.”

  Alexa whooped delightedly, shot Will an admiring look. She considered him for a wistful moment, then her mysterious gaze found Rowan’s once more. “I just made another prediction,” she said softly. “Wanna hear it?”

  Not in mixed company, she was sure, Rowan thought, suddenly nervous. Her stomach did a little roll. She had a grim suspicion she knew what her friend predicted and she wasn’t ready to hear it yet, and most definitely not in front of Will.

  Rowan shook her head. “I, uh… I think it’ll keep.”

  Alexa lifted one shoulder in an innocent shrug. “Okay.” She glanced at Will, then smiled and leaned forward to whisper in Rowan’s ear. “Your shirt’s on backward. I doubt anyone will notice that. But you might want to tell Will to close the barn door before you walk back into the dining room. That, as I’m sure you know, is noticeable.”

  Unable to help herself, Rowan chuckled. Alexa disappeared into the bathroom, leaving them alone in the small hall.

  “What?” Will asked. “What’s so funny?”

  Rowan moved in front of him, pressed him up against the wall with her body. A low hum of masculine pleasure vibrated up his throat as her hands went to the front of his shorts. She leaned forward and kissed him, ate his startled wince as she closed his zipper with a quick, telling jerk.

  Rowan laughed as his mortification sunk in. He thunked his head back against the wall and swore. “Christ.”

  “Don’t sweat it,” she chuckled. “She was impressed.”

  “And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” He passed a hand over his adorably red face.

  Rowan sidled closer to him once more, lowered her voice. “Would it help to know that I was impressed?”

  He stilled, seemingly mollified. “You were?”

  “And I’m looking forward to being impressed again,” she told him, leaning forward to nip at his bottom lip. Lust kindled again. “What time did you want me to come over?”

  He settled his hands on her waist, doodled his thumbs on her sides. “As soon as you can.”

  “I’ll be there,” she murmured. Another wicked thrill wound through her.

  And she couldn’t wait.

  11

  “I DON’T LIKE being hung up on, William,” his mother chastised. “It’s rude.”

  “I didn’t mean to hang up on you, Mom. I hit a dead spot.” Will shut down his computer and tidied his desk, made sure that everything was taken care of before he called it a day. For the first time in years, he was leaving early.

  “At Grady’s Pool Hall?” she asked incredulously. “It’s less than a mile from here.”

  Will pulled an offhand shrug. “It happens.”

  She snorted indelicately, pushed off from the door frame. “Indeed it might, but that’s not what happened when I called you, and I know it. If you were on a date and didn’t want to talk to me, then just say so. Don’t tell me you hit a dead spot.”

  Will glanced up. “Who said anything about being on a date?”

  Her eyebrows shot up. “Well, weren’t you? The whole crew was abuzz about your extended lunch break with the woman you’ve found to handle Doris’s design. A woman I have yet to meet, by the way,” she added pointedly, “and to my knowledge, you’ve never hired a single soul without getting my input first.” She drew herself up. “I know that technically I’m just your secretary, Will, but I always thought…” She left the rest unsaid, waiting for the guilt to settle on his shoulders. “Ah, well. An old woman’s folly, I suppose.”

  Oh, shit, Will thought shifting uncomfortably. He should have anticipated this. He’d avoided the Rowan issue with his mother because, quite frankly, she knew him too well. He knew the instant she saw him with Rowan—or even heard him talk about Rowan, for that matter—the cat would be out of the bed, so to speak, and she’d start planning a guest list for a fall wedding.

  Will blew out a breath, rubbed the back of his neck. “Mom, you know that you’re not just my secretary. I didn’t get your input on this one because there simply wasn’t time.” He cited Doris’s impending guests and shot her a helpless look. “I stumbled into this solution and took advantage of it. End of story. If you want to meet her, come by Doris’s.”

  She was mollified entirely too quickly for Will’s comfort and her gaze turned shrewd. “Rumor has it if I wanted to meet her sooner I could come to your house tonight.”

  Will stifled the urge to grind his teeth. He didn’t know which one of those jack-legged bastards had told her that, but come tomorrow morning, someone’s ass was his. Still, when faced with an outright question, he found it too difficult to lie. “That’s true.”

  She beamed a
t him. “So lunch was really a date?” she pressed like a dog with a soup bone.

  Will smothered a snort, remembering those wonderful, frantic minutes in the bathroom. In the friggin’ bathroom. He’d never lost control like that. Had never been swept up in an attraction so fierce that he couldn’t contain himself. But he had with her. His blood heated at the mere thought and an impatient twang strummed across his nerves. “You could call it that, yes.”

  She sighed, evidently pleased. “Excellent. From what I hear, you and she have a lot in common.”

  Who the hell was running their mouth? Will wondered, irritated. Wasn’t a guy allowed to have any secrets?

  “Where did you meet her again?” she queried lightly. Too lightly. “I don’t believe I’ve heard you say.”

  Speaking of secrets, Will thought, with a mental shudder. That was one he planned to take to his grave. He could just hear himself. Remember that phone sex operator that Scott called, Mom? Well, she might just be the mother of your future grandchildren.

  Will stilled. Future grandchildren? he thought, suddenly shaken. A queasy feeling swelled in his gut. He’d, uh… He’d sort of made a leap there, hadn’t he? One session of spectacular phone sex and a lengthy lunch holed up in the bathroom in a local pool hall having mind-blowing, soul-shattering sex did not a future wife make. Right?

  Right.

  Was he protesting too much? He didn’t think so, and just to prove it he allowed the image of Rowan decked out in a long white gown with a garland of fresh flowers crowning that waist-length mink-colored hair to materialize in his head. The picture made his heart leap and a whirling sensation spin behind his navel. He told himself it was nausea, though he grimly suspected it might be another emotion altogether, one he wasn’t anywhere near ready to explore.

  Another image surfaced, a snapshot into his fictional future. In this one, she held a chubby-cheeked little girl with brown hair, leafy eyes, dimpled legs and bare feet. His upper lip grew moist.

  “Son?”