Chapter 29
WILL
Paige set her empty plate on the table, but when she made to grab the ones with the mousse, I cuffed her ankles, pulling her where I wanted her, how I wanted her, which was spread out wide before me.
I settled between her legs and pushed the T-shirt up and laid a trail of kisses on her bare skin, starting from her pubic bone, up in a straight line to her navel, then between her breasts, teasing each of her nipples with a single stroke of my tongue.
I pulled the T-shirt over her head before moving my mouth down the same path.
When my lips were above her pubic bone again, I brought one of the dessert plates closer to the edge of the table.
I dug one finger in the white mousse and spread it on that patch just above her clit.
Paige sucked in her breath as I licked it clean, careful not to touch her sensitive spot.
Not yet. Then I moved up to her breasts, smearing mousse on the undersides, licking slowly.
Then on top, licking even slower. Her nipples were so erect; they were just beautiful.
But I still didn’t lavish them with attention.
“I just discovered my new favorite way of eating dessert.”
“Will, you’re killing me.” Her voice was breathy and husky.
I finally remembered my master plan when I realized Paige was grinding against me.
“I didn’t say you could do that.”
“You were too busy to say anything, so I thought I’d show some initiative.”
“You’re not allowed to grind against me.”
She reached for my boxers. I stopped her.
“Or touch my cock.”
She licked her lips. Fuck me.
I continued to smear the mousse on her, this time from her pubic bone to her clit.
“Your pussy is so soft, so pink.”
I licked in between words, and her thighs quivered.
Suddenly, I didn’t want to tease her anymore.
I grabbed a condom, and after rolling it on, I slid inside her.
Damn. I’d worked her up too good; she was so tight I wouldn’t last long.
I moved slowly, pressing my pubic bone against her clit on every thrust. She came apart beautifully, and I drank her all in.
Her toes curled, and she dug her heels deep in the couch.
Her legs were shaking as she rolled her hips into me.
“Will. Will. Oh God. I can’t… Will.”
I lasted two more seconds after she came, then exploded so violently that the air was knocked out of my lungs.
I rested on top of her, breathing deeply.
“I’m out of commission,” Paige whispered. “I can’t move.”
“Can’t talk” was all I managed.
I went for her mouth, giving her a deep, slow kiss. Her heated response and the way she pressed her breasts against me consumed me. But that was a running theme with Paige.
Today, the proverbial final nail had been slammed in the case we’d worked on for a year, but I wasn’t taking it as hard as I usually did, and it was because of Paige.
I knew with a certainty I couldn’t explain that she was my match.
It was a powerful feeling—and frightening too.
I hoped she felt just a strongly. I wanted to earn this woman’s love.