Of Being Yours[another way 2] by Anna Martin Page A

in terms of the bet, anyway. Will always had been one of the best and the most giving lovers I’d ever had. But there was some little thrill in winning the right to fuck him that put a whole new spin on the race.
    I beat him comfortably enough for him to know I wanted it, but not by enough to suggest that he wasn’t trying to win too. Or maybe he did let me. It was his suggestion, after all.
    We arrived back at the lodge as the snow that had been forecast for that evening started to fall. Both of us were almost soaked to the skin, despite our protective clothing, and after leaving our snow boots at the door, we headed straight for the shower to warm back up again. I started the water as Will stripped off in the bedroom; then I heard him join me a few moments later.
    “Do you need some help washing your back?”
    It was an invitation. One that there was no chance in hell I was about to pass up.
    “Only if it’s help from you.”
    Will smiled, one of those warm, contented smiles that starts deep in the belly and spreads through the chest and outward until that little moment of happiness envelops anyone who has the fortune to stumble upon it. He began to gently remove my wet clothes while I stood still and let him, raising an arm or leg at the right moment to help.
    When I was naked, I ducked under the shower and pulled Will in with me to the swirling heat. It didn’t take long for the water to warm us through. Then the kissing started. It was what I imagined kissing in the rain would be like, only more intimate, more private, more naked… and much warmer. Will’s wet hands ran up and down the length of my back.
    “You smell like cold and outdoors.”
    I smiled and nodded. “Probably.”
    I heard the click of the bottle of shower gel; then strong hands and long fingers started to work it into my shoulders. He washed my hair with the same attentive care. Will made sure none of the suds ran into my eyes. That was important.
    We were both hard, but that didn’t seem to matter too much. Will stood behind me now, his arms wrapped around my body while his fingers gently washed the mud from my hands. This too was strangely intimate—having someone else wash my hands. Not unpleasant, though.
    “I think I’m ready,” Will said, his voice rising above the sound of the falling water.
    “Me too,” I said softly. I turned the water off and laid a kiss on Will’s cheek. The room was dark because of the weather, not the late hour, and we walked to our bed hand in hand.
    The storm had turned nasty as we’d showered; the snow swirled outside the window, making it impossible to see more than a few inches into the fray. We were lucky to have made it back before it got so bad.
    I bounced onto the bed, then bounced a few more times to test the squeak of the springs and to make Will laugh. He rolled his eyes and shooed me onto my side of the bed, then maneuvered himself to lie facing me, his fingers in my hair.
    I waited a moment before kissing him, and even then just laid my lips on his, slowly and softly. From his little moan of frustration, I knew he wanted more, but this was my chance to take control and I was going to make the most of it, teasing him just like he liked to tease me.
    As my mouth opened and I flicked my tongue out against his to distract him, I pushed my knee between his and nudged him onto his back. Our kisses grew more intense as I moved to lie on top of him and spread his legs wide.
    I pulled away from him and leaned back slightly, kissed his belly, his hips. Then with the pad of my finger, I circled Will’s tight opening gently before tucking my finger up and inside. Will gasped and I just had to kiss him again. It was an aching need I couldn’t ignore. Our kisses were sloppy with desire, tongues sliding together wetly and teeth leaving sharp little nips on swollen lips.
    I switched my index finger with my middle one, then switched back again, stretching him until Will was ready for me to press both fingers