“That ugly conversation you got into with your friend,” she said.

Will didn’t answer. He took a long drag of his cigarette and blew out the smoke. “That was private.”

“You almost had your hands on my ass this morning,” she shot back. Eva felt surprised by herself.

Will looked up with a glint in his eye and a smile on his full, soft lips. “Touché.”

A bit of pride radiated out into her blood. She shrugged. “So, talk,” she said.

“My friend and I are in a bit of a… rough patch,” he said carefully, pouring himself another whiskey. “He was coming here to give me a hard time.”

“Sounded like he was worried about you,” she said.

Will drank the whiskey down in one gulp without wincing like Eva did when she drank it. “He can worry all he wants, so long as he does it somewhere far away from me.”

Eva paused a beat, took a sip of her own whiskey, then said, “What did he mean when he mentioned the pain you’d been through?”

Will seemed to hold his breath after she asked the question. When he didn’t respond, she continued. “Earlier, when we were talking about Coriolanus, you said your grandpa read to you while your grandma baked.” She licked her lips. “My uncle told me the place that used to be here before was a bakery. It was completely torn down two years ago. He got the land at a steal.”

With every word she said, she watched Will’s face get tighter, harder to read. The cigarette burned forgotten in the ash tray.

“Do you know anything about that?” she asked.

He seemed like he was wrestling with his own thoughts for a moment before he responded. His voice was almost too quiet to hear. “It was her bakery. There was a fire… she died in it.”

Eva felt her heart break. She had had her suspicions, but to hear them confirmed was both a disappointment and a relief. “Christ, Will… I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he said. “It was years ago.” He picked up the cigarette, took a final drag, then tamped it out in the ash tray.

There was silence as the jukebox switched between songs in the Muddy Waters catalogue. Eva got the sensation she had prodded at him more than enough for the moment, so she changed the subject. “Did you pick this?”

“Either that, or you have some blues-loving ghosts around here.”

“Always loved this music,” she said with a dreamy smile. “Something about it always makes me feel safe.”

Will laughed, but it was more from amusement than anything mean. “You’re an interesting woman, Eva.”

She shrugged, blushing. “Thanks, I guess.”

“You got to ask me a question. Is it my turn now?” Will straightened in his stool, fire sparking in his eyes. Eva’s breathing came in tighter bursts.

“Sure.” She shrugged again and laughed to hide her nervousness. “Actually, I’m not sure at all, but… I need to be more adventurous.”

Will quirked an eyebrow at her as he slipped off his stool. “Oh?”

Eva nodded, surprised at her own admission. Something about Will made her want to spill all her secrets to him. She poured herself another whiskey, drinking it down in one quick swallow this time and immediately regretting it as the burn traveled down her throat. She was starting to feel a little fuzzy and warm on the edges, though. “Yes. I’ve been a little too… vanilla… lately.”

Will slowly moved around the end of the bar, coming toward her. His gaze ran up and down her body with abandon. He wasn’t even trying to hide it as he licked his lips, drinking her in. Her knees felt suddenly weaker than they should. Must be the whiskey, she reasoned, but it wasn’t even a believable lie in her half-drunk state.

“And you want to be a little wild, is that it?” said Will in a gruff half-whisper, his voice thick with desire. He stepped toward her until he hovered in front of her face, the warmth of his body nearly pressed against hers.

Eva took a deep breath, staring into his eyes. “Maybe.”

“I’ll ask you my question, then, and we’ll see,” said Will. He moved down until his lips were inches from hers. “Deal?”

“Deal,” she whispered.

Will wrapped one strong arm around her waist and pulled her hips into his. The other came around her shoulders. His lips brushed against her gently as they formed the words: “Do you taste as good as you look?”

Eva let out a breathless gasp against his lips that then melted and reformed into a passionate kiss as she hungrily connected with them. Will answered by crushing her body with his, and she could feel the hardness of his erect cock pressing through the denim of his pants. Their kiss deepened, a moan escaping her mouth into his.

Strong, manly hands roamed up and down her body for the first time in what felt like ages and she didn’t shy away from them, even as he ripped open her terrycloth bathrobe and shoved it roughly from her shoulders. As soon as it hit the floor, Will’s pulled away and leaned back to devour the sight of her tiny silk nighty. The soft fabric was her favorite shade of tiffany blue, and barely covered the length of her ass.

Holding her head steady, he kissed her again, this time only starting at her lips. The next one hit her chin before forging a hot trail down her neck and chest. Each pause against her heated skin was followed by a suck, lick, or gentle bite. Before Eva knew it, Will was on his knees in front of her and, hands on her ass, pulling her body against his face. His rust-colored scruff scratched against the silk before he nuzzled his way underneath the hem, landing right above her panty covered pussy.

Eva gasped and grabbed Will’s hair in surprise, but he swung her around in response, maneuvering her until she was leaning back against the bar. He held her body close to his face, rubbing his scruff against her panties right before ducking down between her legs to run his tongue along the outside of the silk. Already she was wet enough to have soaked through them, and the feel of his tongue even against the fabric on her pussy lips made her moan. Her fingers grasped and clutched at the long curls on his head.

“Fuck, Eva,” he said as he brought his hands around from her ass and pulled down her panties, slowly, gently, until they were at her ankles. There wasn’t even a moment where she considered stopping him. Instead, she stepped out of them as soon as they hit the floor, and watched breathlessly as he tossed them across the bar.

Eva let out a little surprised squeak when Will lifted her right leg and draped it over his shoulder, causing the hem of her nightie to lift away from her neatly trimmed mound. He just gazed at it for a few moments, as if he’d never seen one before. After a few gentle touches with the tips of his fingers, both of his hands opened up her lips to him, and he sunk his face into her desperately.

Fireworks exploded inside Eva’s body as Will lapped expertly at her clit and pussy. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the bar, moaning and crying his name as he spread her wetness all over his face. She could feel him groaning against her pussy in response, eager and happy to be doing the work, and it only made her wetter. Her tangled fingers tightened in his hair as her hips bucked against his head.

“You better come for me,” he said from between laps with his thick tongue. “I want you to come all over my tongue, Eva.”

His words were so filthy, so hot—Eva had always wanted to talk dirty during sex. Will’s words, and his eagerness to bring her to orgasm, made her lose herself. She concentrated on the rhythmic tongue flicks that teased against her clit until she couldn’t hold back a moment longer. A shuddering climax consumed her entire body, and she couldn’t help but pull Will’s face against her core by the hair. His tongue didn’t lose its pace for a second as it continued to eagerly lap up the rewards of his hard work. He only stopped once he was sure that the waves of her orgasm had long since subsided.