Chapter Twenty-four #2
“I feel wonderful.” She bit his lower lip, sucking it into her mouth. “I feel better than wonderful.” She laughed, dug her nails into his chest. “I feel like I could do some very wicked things to you, right now.”
Hands clamped on either side of her hips, and he opened up to her, his mouth chasing hers. “Damn you, I thought I lost you.” A shudder ran through him. “I don’t have the words to say… I can’t fight it anymore,” he admitted hoarsely.
“Then don’t.”
Their mouths met, the taste of him hot and furious, full of denied hunger. It felt so right. She almost shuddered, pressing herself against him, desperate to get closer, skin on skin, to let him sink himself deep within her. Need swamped her. Furious, desperate need.
Grabbing the hem of her nightgown, Will shoved it up.
They broke the kiss just long enough to get it over her head, then she was naked against him, the rasp of his shirt abrading her nipples, his hands clenching in the soft flesh of her bottom.
Lena wove her fingers through his hair, grabbing fistfuls of the silky strands.
A groan tore through her throat. She threw her head back as his hot mouth closed over the column of her throat. “Yes,” she whispered. Her eyes shot wide as his teeth grazed the smooth slope of her breasts.
Her hands half lifted to cover herself, but he caught them and held them wide.
“No,” he growled. “You promised me everythin’ I could do to you. And I owe you for that bashful bride comment.”
The domination in his voice thrilled her.
“Instinct,” she replied and threw her head and shoulders back. Light gleamed off her pale skin, her nipples hard and pink. A breathless fist twisted in her stomach at the look in his eyes.
“Do you like them?” she whispered.
Hard lips captured hers. The answer was evident against her thigh, the thick, heavy heat of him branding her intimately. His tongue drove into her mouth even as his hands caught her hips and ground her against him.
It felt so good. Lena whimpered, her hands sliding up through his hair, her nails raking his scalp.
The laughter was gone, faded. In its place was a desperate insanity, a hunger, a need to consume.
The empty ache between her thighs almost undid her.
She scrabbled at his shirt, tearing it over his shoulders until only the briefest scraps of linen hung from his elbows, still buttoned at the wrists.
“Easy,” he growled into her mouth, hands capturing her wrists.
“No.” She caught the top button of his trousers, but he drew her hands away.
“Plenty of time.”
“Now,” she demanded.
This time it was his turn to laugh. Caging her in his arms, he crushed her against his chest, his mouth possessing hers. Long, slow, hot kisses. Enough to drive her crazy. She wriggled, wanting more, desperately drinking at his mouth.
“I…” He tumbled her onto her back, his hard body driving her back into the mattress as he pinned her. “Ain’t gonna rush this.”
“Who said you had a choice?”
Another smile. His special smile. The one that melted her deep inside. “I’m still stronger than you.”
Lena stroked her fingers down his abdomen. “And bigger.” Definitely bigger. She shivered. Splayed her hands over his chest. “I always wanted to do this.”
“Do what?”
“This.” She dragged her nails down his stomach, tugging at the waistband of his trousers. “When I was younger, after I first moved into the warren. I wanted to touch you. To taste you. I dreamed of you,” she admitted, heat flushing her cheeks.
Will met her eyes, his own sober. “I couldn’t.”
“I know.” She shrugged as if it didn’t matter.
“I wanted to.” Another devastating smile. “Damn it, Lena, you don’t know how much I wanted to. You drove me crazy. I ain’t never felt such a thing for a woman before and you were too young… Too… I thought it were only a game for you. I had to leave.”
“It wasn’t. Not truly.” She smiled, latching onto the few words that interested her. “You’ve never wanted a woman before?”
“Only you.”
A warm glow lit her from within. She tugged at his waistband, sliding her finger behind the button. It popped open and Will’s eyes narrowed.
“I’ve had enough wanting. Enough waiting,” she said.
“You’re impatient.”
But he ran the backs of his fingers over the curve of her breast, watching the movement with a rapt fascination. Lena felt that touch in other places. She shivered, writhing beneath him.
“Touch me,” she whispered.
“I am.”
Wide, slow circles around her breast, drawing ever nearer to her nipple. She arched under his touch, like a cat.
“You’re not. You’re teasing me.”
“Mmm.” Warm humor filled his eyes. “I think I know somewhat how that feels.”
The devil. She bit her lip and reached for him, but he reared away.
“No. Put your hands on the bed head.”
“I don’t want to. I want to touch you.”
He caught her wrist, forced her fingers around the iron bed head. “I weren’t askin’.” Taking the other hand, he repeated the motion. “Don’t make me tie you down.”
Tie her down? The thought sent a shiver of need straight through her. She considered the demand, then relaxed her hands around the iron. “Very well. Just don’t take too long.”
Will lowered his head, his lips skimming across her collarbone. A soft laugh whispered over her skin. “You’re not in the position to be making demands.”
“I’m—”
His mouth closed over her nipple, the heat of it scalding her. Her mouth dropped open. “Oh.”
“You like this?” He looked up at her, his tongue tracing the hardened bud, a devilish look in his eyes. Since when had he ever been this playful?
She licked her lips. “It’s nice. I suppose.”
Teeth grazed her soft skin. White heat turned her vision blank. When she could breathe again, he was laughing at her.
“I told you to keep your hands on the rail.”
Somehow she’d clenched her fingers in his hair.
“Bet you can’t keep ’em there.”
Lips firming, she grabbed the bar and curled her fingers around it. “I’ll bet I can. What do I win?”
“Hmm.” The murmur shivered over her skin. He licked her again, swirling his tongue around her nipple. “If you win… Perhaps I’ll let you return the favor.”
“Tie you down?” She sucked in a breath. Her arms were quivering. It was increasingly difficult to keep her thoughts straight. “And if I lose?”
“Then for a week you’ll do everythin’ I say, without even a single argument.”
Lena lifted her head off the pillow. “Not a chance.”
“Then don’t move your hands. No matter what, Lena.”
Ducking his head, he kissed his way across to her other breast and lavished the same attention on it. The sensation shot through her like the charged lightning the Echelon used and stored in Leyden jars.
Throughout it all she clung to the bed, her hips arching up, desperately pleading for something, anything more. Her thighs were wet with her own need, the scent of it flavoring the air. He had to know.
“Breathe,” he told her, smugly wiping his mouth. “It’s about to get better.”
“Better?”
His fingers tickled her thigh. His mouth trailed down her stomach and she forgot to breathe. Little white dots danced before her eyes. “Will!”
Nuzzling into the thatch of dark hair between her thighs, he eased them wider. “Heard enough stories ’bout what a woman likes. Might take some practice though. You let me know how I’m doin’.”
His mouth closed over her sensitive, wet flesh. Lena’s eyes widened. “Will!” The word was almost a scream, the shock of it slicing through her in waves of sensation.
Heat seared her as his tongue delved deep inside her. The rasp of his stubble against her oversensitized skin tore another gasp from her throat. Good heavens! What was he doing? How did he know? He nuzzled higher, sucking at the tender nub at the center of the sensation.
Lena lost her bet.
She clung to his shoulders, her hips jerking beneath him as he lathed her delicate flesh. “Don’t stop!” She arched her hips up, trying to force herself against his mouth. “Oh, my God! Don’t you dare stop!”
Delicious tension stretched and furled deep within her. Head thrown back, she gasped as he lapped at her, suckling her into his mouth. So close… So close to the edge…
She screamed as it broke within her. Screamed as he suckled her hard, driving her spasms higher, forcing the sensation through her.
Sensation finally ceased as he lifted his head, eyes dark with amusement.
He licked his lips and she rolled to the side, involuntary quivers shooting through her body as she sucked in desperate breaths.
Fingertips trailed up her thigh, circling her hip. The muscle jumped beneath his touch. “Lena.” Humor flavored his voice. He kissed her hip. “Did you like that?”
“I daresay I liked it rather a lot,” she gasped. “But I’m not quite sure at the moment. The world seems to have shifted.”
He laughed, his voice dropping to a smoky whisper. “You taste delicious.” Another kiss, against the curve of her hip. He crawled up over her, nudging aside her arm and capturing her nipple between his lips.
It was too much, too soon. But she could no sooner have pushed him away now than she ever could have. Rolling onto her back, she slid her legs around his hips with a shudder. “You’re still wearing your trousers.”
He caught her questing fingers and pressed her flat onto her back. As he captured her mouth, she tasted her own body on his lips. “And you’ve lost your bet.”
Lena lost herself in the taste of his mouth. “You’re getting better at this,” she whispered, tracing his tongue with her own.
A pinch to her bottom made her jump. “First the blushin’ bride, now you question me skill at kissin’?” Grabbing her by the hips, he rolled them until he lay flat on the mattress and she straddled him. “Since you’re the one with all the experience, I’ll let you lead.”