She smiled softly. "If I could believe that you would do something like that, then I had a reason to be mad at you. A reason not to like you so much," Her voice was quiet, she was still embarrassed and she kept her eyes away from his as she spoke. In retrospect, the very idea of it was ludicrous, not to mention useless because after everything Sloane had always wondered vaguely of Will and of that afternoon. Now she knew how absurd it was to believe that Will could ever do anything like that, he was too sweet and too kind. Sloane lifted her eyes reluctantly to meet his, her face still burning and as he spoke she could feel her chest clench and she smiled at him, giggling to release the well of emotion. "I know," she said a little hoarsely, shifting her body closer to his. It was a small movement but it made her skin tingle because this was Will and she'd always wanted to do exactly this. "I know," she repeated, moving in to kiss him lightly.
Will wasn't really sure how to feel about the whole idea that she had held to a false belief about him to protect herself. While he didn't like that she'd think he was that mean, it was to try to stave off hurt, so maybe he could understand that. But, in the end, it was far easier, and far less likely to bring on a headache for him to brush it aside as being in the past and live in the current moment, as always. Settling a hand on one of her hips, Will was more than happy to lean in completely to meet her for the kiss, his fingers flexing gently against her skin before he smoothed them along her side, lingering along each dip and curve. Her lips were soft beneath his, and he wanted more of her, again. He liked when she smiled and laughed, as she had just a minute before, liked the way she felt, smelled and tasted.
It wasn't something she was exactly proud of, believing that Will would trick her like that but, now that she was with him, laying in his bed, pushed against his body. The feel of his skin making her own tingle. That really didn't matter so much anymore, because it was just that, the past. She smiled into the kiss, like the ones before, it was soft and sweet and Sloane knew that all the waiting was worth it, because this wasn't just anyone. Cupping his face, she kissed him, gently at first and then deeper, swiping her tongue along his bottom lip, seeking entrance. It felt like it had been months since the last time she'd felt the warmth of his large hand against her skin and she could feel a stirring warmth between her legs. The profound effect Will had on her was in the way he merely had to touch her, move his strong hand against her flesh and she was aroused, ready to feel him inside of her again.
Opening his mouth to invite her inside, his tongue met hers, as he breathed her in. With a groan banked low in his throat, her arousal was already sparking his own, as his senses were filled with the scent of it, and he rolled her completely beneath him, settling between her thighs. It was too easy to forget everything but the taste of her mouth and the cooler silkiness of her skin under his palms and against his body as he held himself over her. Along her side, his fingers trailed, smoothing over the scar he found there under his touch, then down across her body, his touch a firm gentleness, until the tips of his fingers were brushing along the inside of one thigh, almost lazy in its approach. Each touch was a memorization, as much as he took in the taste of her skin as he finally pulled away from her mouth for air, only to leave open mouthed kisses along the underside of her jaw, and along her throat. Even when his fingers ghosted over the heated and honeyed slickness at the apex of her thighs, Will didn't move further, keeping it all purposefully light.