Chapter 9 #2
She squirmed closer and tangled her fingers in his hair. Will moaned as she scratched her fingernails lightly against the back of his neck. He put some space between their bodies, his heart pounding, before her innocent caresses made him lose control.
“Will?” She tried to close the distance between him, her brows drawing together anxiously.
“It’s all right, sweetheart. I just want to touch you.
You feel like silk,” he murmured, sliding his hand over her shoulder and down her arm.
“I’ve never touched anything as soft as your skin.
” He let his palm rest against the curve of her waist, then slid it lower to cradle the gentle swell of her belly. “Does it feel good when I touch you?”
“Yes.” Her eyelids had gone heavy over her dark eyes.
Will’s gaze never left her face as he traced his fingertips over her belly, then pressed his other hand against the warm, smooth skin at the center of her chest. “Your heart is beating so quickly.”
She laughed softly. “It feels like a bird trying to take flight inside my chest.”
He wanted to kiss her then, and catch that smile on his lips, but he held back, still watching her face as he slid his fingertips under the curve of her breast.
“Oh.” She shivered at his touch, her cheeks reddening.
“You’re sensitive here.” He could see her arousal in the way she bit her lower lip, her fluttering eyelids, the flush on her chest, and it was driving him mad.
Every masculine urge demanded he cover her body with his and slide into her welcoming heat, but once again he held back, panting with the effort to restrain himself.
His gaze dropped from her face to her chest, a low groan tearing from his throat at the sight of her nipples. Will dragged his thumb across one, his breath catching as it peaked for him. “Yes. So sensitive.” He cupped her breast in his palm, squeezing gently as he circled her nipple with his thumb.
“Oh. Oh, Will.” Penelope tipped her head back against the pillow with a breathless moan.
Will stared, mesmerized, as her pretty nipples turned a deep red from his caresses, the peaks straining for him.
His mouth was watering to taste her, and he couldn’t hold back for another minute.
He leaned over her and took a nipple in his mouth.
He teased it with the tip of his tongue, licking her, then pulled harder at the stiff nub, sucking it between his lips.
Penelope gasped, and her fingernails sank into his back. “Will, please…”
That sweet plea undid him, and he could no longer deny her.
He held her gently against the bed as he tasted her other nipple, then moved over her, bracing himself on his arms to protect her from his weight.
She tensed a little when she felt his hard cock pressing against her thigh, and his gaze shot to her face.
She’d thrown an arm across her forehead, and she was biting her lip again.
“Penelope?” He touched her chin and turned her face toward his. “Have you had a lover before?”
Her eyes met his. “Yes. One.”
Will ran his thumb across her cheek, tenderness welling inside him. “You don’t need to be nervous. I’ll be so careful, so gentle with you. You trust me, don’t you?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
He kissed her then, his mouth moving gently over hers until passion overwhelmed them both and they were tasting each other deeply, straining to get closer. Will worked her slowly, caressing her with his hands and his mouth until she was whimpering, and he was one kiss away from disgracing himself.
He reached between her legs, rubbing her in slow, steady circles until her desire slicked his fingers, and she was arching her back, pleading for him.
Not until then did he open her legs and slide his hips between them, positioning his stiff cock at her entrance.
“You’re mine now, Penelope. Do you understand? You’re mine.”
She cradled his face in her palms, her eyes searching his. “Yours, Will. Only yours.”
He shifted his hips against hers and slid inside.
She gasped softly as he filled her, and Will paused, teeth clenched with the effort to keep still, and let her adjust to the swell of him inside her.
He rested his forehead against hers until she made a low, pleading sound and arched against him.
Only then did he move. As he stroked deeper inside her, he took her lips in a lingering kiss.
Will had chased pleasure with other women before her, but he’d never felt the tenderness he did now as he thrust slowly inside Penelope.
His breath caught and his back bowed with the pleasure of being surrounded by her snug heat, but afterwards—after she’d shattered around him and he’d come to his own shuddering release, it wasn’t the pleasure he remembered.
It was her eyes. The warmth in those dark brown depths, the trust there.
The love…
He gathered her tightly against his chest. As they drifted off to sleep, he thought of the fathomless beauty of her eyes, the tenderness in them when she gazed up at him. No woman had ever looked at him that way before, as if he…
As if he were a miracle.