Chapter 27 #2
The door flew open and suddenly they couldn’t get close enough—wet clothes and ruined shoes were torn off and abandoned on the floor as they fell into bed, their hands exploring their naked bodies, desperate and needy.
“I love you so much,” he murmured in her ear.
She tilted her head back and arched up into him as he moved down her body, licking and kissing her collarbone, her breasts, her sternum.
“My perfect girl,” he whispered. His kisses started to trail lower, words spoken into her soft skin so quietly she could barely hear him. Then his hands gripped her thighs, nudging them apart.
She looked up, her gaze steady and locked on his. He was beautiful, cheeks flushed, hair a mess, and pupils blown as wide as his dark green eyes. She forgot how this felt, to have Freddie Wentworth’s complete focus. He would do anything for her right now, and that power was heady.
She closed her eyes, lying back and relaxing into the feel of his touch, his breath warm on her damp, sensitive skin.
His strong hands bracketed her thighs as he peppered kisses down her body until his tongue teased her core.
She disappeared into the feeling of him between her legs, as soft moans fell from her lips.
With each sound, his fingers gripped her thighs harder, and when she arched her hips to his mouth, he let out a low growl.
“Do you know how many nights I fell asleep dreaming of this?” he murmured against her skin.
She shuddered; her lips parted and her breathing picked up as he sucked right where she was aching.
Everything tightened and pulled taut, then snapped in one fluid moment.
Her hips jerked up as she came, but he held on to her and didn’t stop as the warm pleasure coursed through the nerve endings of her body.
She came down slowly, relaxing with a long exhale and releasing her grip in his hair.
“Oh my God,” she breathed heavily, her hands flying to cover her heated face.
She could feel him smile as he slowly kissed back up her body to lie next to her, pulling her against him.
“We’re not done yet,” he whispered into her ear, nipping at her cheeks, her jaw, while his hand traveled over the swell of her breast, to her hip, before repeating the journey back up again.
She tried to utter an intelligent thought, but it came out in unintelligible words, pleading and begging in syllables and sighs until his hands finally gripped her hips, pulling her under him.
Her legs clasped around his hips easily as he positioned himself at her entrance and then he moved, slowly pushing into her.
God, she’d missed this. She’d missed him.
He was unhurried at first, then steadily faster until each thrust rattled the bed against the wall. She raked her hands through his hair, closing her eyes and giving herself over to it. She couldn’t think, she could only hold on to him, arching up to meet each of his thrusts.
He moved purposefully, with one hand pressing into her hip to help the movement of her body while he kissed up her neck, murmuring against her skin.
“I’m never leaving you again, Annie. Never.”
She arched her hips up, and he rocked down against her, faster and harder, the friction too much. Her breath stuttered, her pulse thundered in her ears, as her thigh muscles tightened around him.
“I’m gonna—I just need…” she tried breathlessly, her thighs shaking. Her breathing fast and shallow.
She didn’t need to finish the sentence. He already knew. His hand moved between them, rubbing small circles at her center as he rolled his hips harder, the dull ache in her core growing warmer and warmer.
She could feel the heat blooming across her skin, building again at her center, moments away from going off.
“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath.
He angled deeper, and she moaned desperately as her mind and body swam. She fisted the sheets, wrapping her legs tightly around his hard body as her orgasm lingered on the precipice. She was so close, he just needed to say the thing.
“Come for me,” he finally whispered, his voice low and deep.
Her entire body shook when she came. She gripped her hands into his hair, arching up against him, and rode out her second orgasm of the night in complete ecstasy as he worked her through it.
He buried his face in her neck, breathing in her hair, his movements becoming erratic with each of his ragged, shallow breaths.
He thrust once, twice, before climaxing with a low groan, and a muffled curse into her ear.
He held on to her tightly, both of them slowly drifting back to the present. After a moment, he fell beside her, their legs still tangled together as their breaths fell into sync.
She was just dozing off when he spoke again.
“You were incredible tonight at the party,” he murmured, reaching over and running his hand over her hair.
She turned to him, eyebrows knitted together. “I thought you didn’t come in?”
“I didn’t. But I watched you through the window for a while. You were in your element.”
She laughed softly. “I’m more surprised than anyone.”
“I’m not surprised,” he said, turning enough to look into her eyes. “You never realized how people looked at you at my parties. How you commanded attention. You were always incredible. I just think tonight was the first time you realized it, too.”
She let her gaze linger on his, a smile on her lips as the realization slowly took hold. “Maybe you’re right.”
“I’m always right.”
She laughed and leaned in enough to give him a kiss.
“Okay, I have a new plan for us,” Anne said. “We are never leaving this bed. We have to stay here forever.”
His chest vibrated with his chuckle. “Oh really?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know. This sounds like it needs a bit more detail,” he murmured in her hair. She could hear the smile in his voice.
“Maybe,” she whispered against his skin. “But it’s a good start.”