Chapter 26
CHAPTER 26
SAWYER
W illa spent so much of her life buttoned up, worried about what others thought, that seeing her come apart like this—knowing she trusted me enough to give herself over to the pleasure—made me feel like a god. The fact that she craved me as much as I craved her made it hard to hold back. She’d said she wanted to be claimed, and damn, I wanted to follow through, burying myself in that sweetness between her thighs and losing myself in this fantasy she’d given me. I wanted to possess her in every way a man could possess a woman. Then I wanted to start all over again, lest I wake up and find out it was all a dream.
Shucking my shorts and boxer briefs, I crawled up the bed, kissing and stroking her quivering torso. “Doing okay there, wife?”
She lifted her head just enough to look at me through eyes that were only half-mast. “I’ll be better when you’re inside me.”
Nothing in my life had prepared me for the impact of hearing sweet, shy Willa say such things to me. Rising to my knees, I gave my straining cock a testing stroke, loving how she watched me. “You want this, sweet girl?”
“Every inch.”
Fuck. Me. I was the luckiest bastard in the world.
She sat up, shoving me to my back. “Best save your shoulder.”
“What shoulder?” But I didn’t resist. I’d felt how tight she was. It’d be better if she was in control for this.
She swung one leg over my hips, settling so the tip of my cock just skimmed through her folds. Holy hell, that felt incredible. I’d never been this sensitive, this turned on, in my life.
Realization dawned, and I gripped her thighs. “Wait. We can’t do this.” At the look of disbelief and hurt on her face, I cursed myself six ways to Sunday. “I don’t have any condoms. I wasn’t prepared for this.”
Willa relaxed. “I was. I started birth control right after our wedding.”
There was so much behind that statement. It wasn’t just about practicalities. She’d wanted me from the beginning. And because she had, because she’d thought ahead, we could do this. We could be together, exactly like this, with nothing between us.
God, I wanted that. I wanted that more than anything in the world, because I felt like we were already stripping away every barrier that had ever held us apart. But I needed her to be certain. “Are you sure?”
Her mouth curved in a smile as she bent low to kiss me. “I only ever wanted this with you.”
There was something in her voice, in her expression, that pinged my internal radar, but she sat back, taking the first bare inch of me inside, and all thought disappeared. She was so tight and hot and perfect. It took every shred of control I had not to just surge up inside her and take her like some mindless beast. Instead, I kneaded her hips as she slowly worked herself lower.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” I continued to praise her efforts as she rocked, because I’d already figured out that turned her on even more.
When her body relaxed enough that she finally sank down fully, we both sighed. Perfection. This, right here, with her, was perfection. And it was better than any of the countless guilty fantasies I’d entertained over the years. Because it was real. She was here with me. My wife in more than simply name.
I couldn’t stop myself from moving then, little thrusts, surging up to meet her. She braced her hands on my chest and rode, her head thrown back, her high, firm breasts bouncing. She was magnificent, and she was mine. We drove each other up and up, giving into the frenzy, until I felt the electric surge of my release working its way down my spine. I fought to hold on long enough for her to come again, because I needed to feel her come apart around me. Reaching between us, I found her clit and rubbed until she detonated. Her body clamped around me, and I roared my release as her orgasm continued to milk mine for what felt like ages.
Eventually, she collapsed over me, still gasping and trembling from aftershocks. I wrapped my arms tight around her, relishing the feel of her sweaty skin pressed against mine. My wife. The woman I loved. The woman who deserved the words I hadn’t yet given.
I stroked her back, working up the nerve and the breath to say it, but she spoke first.
“That was so much better than toys.”
The words circled around the brain that was just beginning to get enough blood back to fire, and that radar pinged again, stronger this time. Wait. Did she mean…?
I tipped her chin up so she had to look at me. “Willa, was this your first time?”
The lingering pleasure in her eyes faded as the shutters came down, and I hated the caution in her expression. “Would it bother you if it was?”
Not an outright confirmation, but not a denial either. Her very reluctance was answer enough. I thought of everything I’d nudged her to do, wondering if I’d pushed her too far. I’d assumed she wasn’t experienced, but I hadn’t expected her to be a virgin. Gently, I cupped her cheeks. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Her shoulders moved in a restless shrug. “And yeah, there was never anyone I trusted enough for this. I always wanted it to be you.”
There was so much tangled up in that statement, not the least of which was the implication that her feelings were as long standing as mine. She’d wanted me. She’d chosen me. No one else had ever tasted her. No one else had ever known the feel of her. I couldn’t begin to express the sense of primal satisfaction I felt at that. And it just made me want to explore every inch of her all over again.
Willa bit her lip, worry creeping into those pretty eyes. “Is it a problem? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I was afraid you might stop.”
I wasn’t sure what I would’ve done differently had I known, but I didn’t think anything but a “No” from her could have made me stop. “No. I just want to make absolutely sure that you’re okay. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No. I might be a little sore in places I didn’t know I could be sore, but that’s to be expected.”
I stroked the hair back from her face. “I think we should probably adjourn to the bathroom. There’s that big ass tub in there with room for two. We can have a bit of a soak. Relax those muscles.” And I could worship every other inch of her until she was ready for me again.
She smiled. “That sounds like an excellent plan.”
But before we could do more than roll apart, a volley of ferocious barking sounded downstairs.
“What the hell?” Willa muttered.
I found my shorts and dragged them on. “Stay here.” Whatever the fuck was happening, I wasn’t about to put her in any sort of danger.
Not that Willa listened. She snagged a robe. “He’s not going to listen to you.”
“Fine, but stay behind me.” I grabbed up the first potential weapon I spotted—an iron fire poker beside the bedroom fireplace—and we raced downstairs.
A male voice was speaking to Roy, but clearly not getting anywhere. The dog was snarling and barking loud enough to wake the dead. I wondered if he was blocking the intruder’s route of escape.
Tightening my grip on the poker, I swung into the kitchen. “Freeze!”
But it was me who froze as I caught sight of our intruder.
Willa called out, “Roy, hold!” Then she, too, skidded to a halt beside me.
Across the kitchen, Jace stood a few feet from the door, one hand held out to defend against the dog, who’d quieted instantly at his mama’s order. My best friend stared at the two of us, then lifted his other hand.
Willa’s bra dangled from his fingers.
“You slept with my sister?”