Chapter Twenty-six

Judging by the sun pouring into the bedroom window, Jocelyn and Will had slept for at least a few hours. Her legs were wrapped around his, her face pressed against his shoulder. She woke with a funny feeling in her heart, a mix of bone-deep exhaustion and something like freedom.

Was she free now?

It sure felt like it. Her whole being felt lighter, despite the news that twenty-seven years ago she’d lost a baby brother. Guy must have cracked; maybe her mother had inadvertently caused the miscarriage and Guy just couldn’t forgive her.

No, it wasn’t an excuse, she realized that. Nothing got him a pass for what he’d inflicted on both of them, but somehow, some way, Jocelyn felt like a chain had been unlocked from around her chest and she could breathe again.

When they’d come up here, she’d babbled and sniffled and sobbed like a fool, and Will did what Will did best: he’d held her. And then they fell asleep, in spite of the fact that they’d spent the night apart, restless and longing for each other. Or maybe because of it.

She sighed and nestled a little deeper into his side, her arm draped over his chest, her hair spilling over her cheeks. She couldn’t see his face from this angle but didn’t want to risk moving and waking him.

So instead of looking at him, she just let the musky, masculine scent of Will fill her head.

Stinks like sweat, grass, and a hint of reliability?

No. It smells like comfort.

The words were as clear as if the exchange that took place in this very room had been last night, not fifteen years ago. She’d loved him then and she—

What exactly did she feel now?

Come on, Joss. You love him. You’ve always loved him. Curling her fingers around the comforter, she pulled it higher, loving the softness of the old blue blanket, the symbol of his ultimate dream team.

Which was funny; he’d hate L.A. Just like she did.

She blinked at the thought. She’d always acknowledged her issues with the crowded, glitzy mess that was Los Angeles, but did she actually hate living there? Maybe she hadn’t realized that until she came here, which was, for better or worse, her home.

So why go back? Why not just settle right here, in these arms, with this man, in a new job, with a new life, and even a new father?

Now that she knew the truth, could she possibly forgive Guy? Maybe not, but she could tiptoe past her pain and maybe get to a better place with him. Couldn’t she?

Yes. Because she could do absolutely anything for Will. Even forgive Guy.

At the thought, an unfamiliar joy warmed her from the very deepest place. It felt radiant, real, and so unshakable.

Was this love? This sense of certainty? That desire to do anything for someone else? This feeling that life couldn’t get any better, combined with the awareness that it would?

Yes. This was most definitely love.

The realization made her shift in Will’s arms, stretching along his hard side, sliding her leg over his, positioning herself to watch this gorgeous man wake up and grow erect at the same time. Talk about watching the sun rise.

Under her thigh, his manhood twitched and throbbed. A low groan pulled at his chest and he turned to meet her gaze.

“Why is this woman smiling?”

She just rubbed her thigh over his erection, a zing of anticipation and nervousness fighting her own twitches of arousal. “Because she’s happy.”

He frowned a little. “You went to sleep crying.”

She chafed his hard-on again. “You went to sleep flaccid.”

He made a face. “That’s an ugly word.”

“There’s nothing ugly about…” She lowered her hand and rubbed over his tented shorts. “This.”

His features shifted from sleepy to sexy as he hissed in a breath. Her gaze drifted over his face, settling on his mouth, stirring everything in her low and deep. Her thighs tightened and her breasts seemed to swell and ache.

“I’m ready,” she whispered.

He had no idea exactly what those words meant. And right now, that was fine. Someday she’d tell him; maybe soon. But if she made a big announcement now, he’d get all weird.

She didn’t want weird. She wanted him.

He shifted a little to accommodate the erection and when he did, she started to untangle their legs, but Will squeezed his together, pinning her calf between his.

“You’re ready?”

“The long wait is over.” So, so over. She couldn’t help smiling. She’d made the right decision. There’d been plenty of near misses, plenty of pissed-off almost-boyfriends, plenty of nights when she wanted to lose control but couldn’t or wouldn’t or chickened out.

But she was finally ready.

“Oh, Jossie.” He stroked her face, brushing her hair back. “My beautiful, sweet, strong, sexy Bloomerang. I knew you’d come back to me.”

Time and space hung suspended like a curtain about to fall. Her heart slammed. Her breath caught. Her whole body tensed in anticipation.

No more waiting.

He kissed her so hard their teeth tapped, both of them sucking in the breath they’d been holding. Open-mouthed, their tongues touched and explored as they moved into the most natural position, body to body, almost instantly starting to rock in a heavenly rhythm.

“I can’t wait anymore, Joss,” he admitted with a rasp, already letting his hands begin to roam her body. “I can’t wait.”

“Don’t.” She kissed his neck and slid her hands over his chest, as desperate as he was. “Don’t wait. Don’t stop. Do whatever you want. Do… everything.”

He rolled her onto her back, shifting on top of her so he could press his whole body into the kiss. He didn’t bother getting under her shirt, but stripped it off in one satisfying move that she almost instantly mirrored with his T-shirt.

His hand quivered as he took off her bra and closed his palm over her breast, letting out a helpless groan as he lowered his head to take her nipple in his mouth.

Why had she waited for this?

Because it had to be Will. It had to be.

He licked her nipple until she budded under his tongue, then went back to her mouth, her cheeks, her throat, her ears. All the while they pumped against each other in an age-old beat of need and desire.

Desire that usually took her to a dark place. But this time all she felt was awe and relief and more desire. With a soft moan of joy, she let him roll her over again so she was on top, and her hair tumbled toward his face.

Sitting up, she straddled his hard-on and unzipped her shorts, staring at him, taking a million mental snapshots, wanting this extraordinary, perfect moment to last. Wanting so much to make up for the big black hole of longing and waiting that had consumed her for the last fifteen years.

She slid off him to slip out of her shorts, and he ripped off his, and then, for a span of about ten seconds, they lay naked, but not touching.

She smiled, touching his lips with her finger. “The wait is over, Will Palmer. Make love to me.”

He kissed her finger and closed his eyes. “That’s like… confetti at the World Series parade. Nothing could feel better than those words.”

Laughing, she drew her finger in and out of his lips. “Something could.”

“You’re right.” Very slowly, as tenderly as he could, he laid her back down, taking a moment to caress her breasts and slide his hand over her body and down one thigh.

She moaned with pleasure, lifting her hips to invite his touch.

“My Jocelyn,” he whispered as he trailed his finger from her belly button down to her very center.

His Jocelyn.

“I am,” she whispered, looking up at him, fighting not to completely lose control and buck wildly like she wanted to.

“My best friend.” He touched the most tender part of her, making her suck in a breath, but still she maintained control. “My girl next door.” He lowered his head and kissed her stomach while his finger slipped inside her a little deeper. “My lover.”

“Finally.” The word turned into a half-gasp when his tongue flicked over her.

“I love your body,” he murmured, kissing and sucking gently.

Answering with another moan, she dug her fingers into his hair and held his head where she wanted it. Pleasure exploded through her, so different from the quick release she’d had last night. This was intense, alive, deep. Hot flames licked all over her skin and every cell sparked.

“I love…” Her stomach tightened in anticipation, knowing he would say it now. He’d said it all those years ago. Will had no problem professing his love.

But instead of saying anything more, he opened his mouth over her, slipped his tongue inside, and nearly detonated her with one stroke. Arousal punched so hard her head buzzed with the loss of blood. Control evaporated, leaving only shreds of awareness, everything so insanely focused there. With a long, desperate cry of pure pleasure, she bucked against him, coming mercilessly against his mouth.

Still clawing through each breath, she pulled him back up, letting him kiss every inch he could find until their lips met.

She tried to talk, but another little aftershock stole her voice, so she looked up at him, barely able to get the next strangled breath. “What are the chances, Will?”

Really, what were the chances that she could have waited all these years and they would finally find their way back to this room to make love for the first time? It was as if, in the back of her mind, she knew. She knew. For as many times as she had questioned her own sanity, made a hundred excuses, and even lied about her sex life, she knew.

It had to be Will.

“You mean what are the chances that there’s a condom handy?”

No, she didn’t mean that at all, but she wasn’t ready to tell him yet. Knowing Will, it would completely throw the game, and she wanted him now. All of him, inside her.

He reached over to the side of the bed to lift his shorts from the floor. He shook them and his phone fell with a clunk, followed by his wallet. “After last night? My wallet is stocked.”

He put on the condom, then got on top of her, holding her gaze as he slipped the tip against her still electrified womanhood.

And she knew: She should tell him. It was wrong not to tell him. He’d be happy. What guy wouldn’t want to be the first?

She took a breath and said, “I have to tell you something.”

A hint of frustration darkened his eyes as he throbbed against her. “Now?”

“Yes. Before I… we… before you’re inside me, you have to know something.” She reached up and touched his face. How would he take this?

“Joss, I’m showing more control and restraint than I even knew I had. Just say it, sweetheart. Say it. Tell me you love me.”

She bit her lip and lifted her hips, the move so natural. Because this was the way it was supposed to be. She loved him. She loved him. And really, at this moment, this close to the brink, that was all he needed to know. “I love you, Will Palmer.”

A slow, beautiful, completely heartfelt smile curled his lips. “Yeah?”

“Always have, always will.”

“Now that was worth waiting for.”

So was this.

Will gritted his teeth to keep from plowing forward, inch after mind-blowing inch of tightness wrapping around him, making him want to scream. She was so damn tight.

But he held back, watching her face, taking his cues, seeing her bite her lip to make him wonder if she felt more pain than pleasure at their coupling. Still, blind with need, braced on the bed, he went deeper until he was all the way inside her.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

She bit her lip again, nodding, working for each breath. He wanted to stop, or at least slow down, but each stroke was more incredible than the last, each plunge taking him closer to release.

“Will.” She pulled at him, her legs wrapped around him as their bodies moved and met perfectly. “Come closer. Come closer.”

His face nuzzled in her hair, her lips next to his ear. “Listen to me,” she whispered, her voice as insanely sexy as the body he was lost inside.

He barely nodded, blood pumping and pulsing, his breathing so fast and hard he could hardly hear her.

“Will.” She squeezed him harder, her movements slower and more controlled. “Listen to me,” she said again. “I want to tell you something. I have to.”

Let her talk. Say what she wanted. All he wanted was this insane pleasure that was about to—

“I’ve never…”

He shook his head, unable to hear her through the rushing blood. No words got through as sweet and silky morphed into fast and frenetic, the sounds of their breath and their bodies like a deafening whoosh that pulsed and screamed and finally spun out of control.

Completely lost in raw, relentless release, he spilled into her, stroke after stroke, pump after pump, a rush so intense he had to damn near howl.

He fell on her, exhausted, depleted, and so fucking happy he could cry. She loved him.

“What did you say, Joss?” he rasped.

“I said… I’ve never…” She closed her eyes. “Felt anything like that before.”

“Me neither. God, you’re like, oh…” Somewhere on the floor his phone vibrated. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t think about anything except how amazing that was. And that she loved him.

She loved him.

The phone vibrated again.

“You going to get that?” she asked.

He managed to move his eyes to look at her. “No.”

One more time the phone vibrated, then the call moved to voice mail.

“Go ahead,” she urged. “I understand.”

“Nothing is more important than you.” Than what she’d just given him.

“It might be Guy. Does he have any idea where you are?”

Somehow he found the strength to drop his arm to the floor, feel around, and find the phone, dragging it back to the bed to read the caller ID.

Scott Meyers, Sports Management of America.

His agent?

“Is it important?” she asked.

“It’s not Guy.” But it might have been important. He pressed the number for voice mail, turning to look at her while he put the phone to his ear. Listening to it ring, he traced her jaw with his finger, then her lips.

Lips that had just said she loved him.

Under his touch, she smiled. “I made a decision, Will.”

“Hey, bud, where the hell are you? I have news.”

Will blinked at her, the buzz saw of his hyperactive agent’s voice feeling completely wrong while he was looking at Jocelyn.

“What is it?” He asked her the question, but Scott’s message kept rolling.

“Oh, what the hell. I’ll tell you. You got an offer, dude.”

“I don’t want to go back to L.A., Will. I’m taking Lacey’s job offer.”

“I… you don’t?”

“The Los Angeles Dodgers, dude! Fuckin’ Rancho Cucamonga needs a bull-pen coach. Interview is tomorrow in the AM. Get your ass on the next plane to southern California, Palmer. We did it, man!”

“I want to stay here in Mimosa Key, with you.”

There… here… what? His head almost exploded with the conflicting announcements.

“So call me ASAP. They’re desperate and we can swing a sweet deal. Congrats, buddy. This is the one you’ve been waiting for, right?”

Right.

“Will?” Jocelyn perched up on her elbow, searching his face. “Is something wrong?”

Yeah. Something was really wrong. He’d waited too long.