Chapter 27
My hand trembledas I lit the last candle in the bedroom. And then I sat down on the edge of the bed and tried not to have a panic attack.
I grabbed my cell phone from the nightstand and looked at the screen. Bones had texted twenty minutes ago that he was on his way.
He would knock on the door at any moment.
And then…
I quickly dialed Charlie, hoping like hell she answered.
“Hey,” she said after the second ring.
“I’m about to have sex with Bones for the first time and I’m terrified.”
She was silent.
“Charlie?” I pressed.
“Let me take you off speaker phone,” she said finally.
“Speaker phone?” I screeched. “Who are you with? Oh God, please tell me you’re not with Savage.”
“I’m not with Savage,” she said. “That’s done. Over. Kaput.”
“Okay, we can talk about you later, right now we need to talk about me. And who just heard me admit that to you?”
“Waverly,” she said. “And Sailor. And Waverly’s boyfriend, Dylan.”
I groaned.
“I’m sorry, but I had Waverly answer my phone because my hands were occupied.”
“Occupied with what? And why are you with Waverly and company?”
“Waverly’s helping me with the dollhouse. Sailor and Dylan are here because—well, I don’t know why they’re here.”
“We’re always here,” Dylan said in the background.
“I’m at Waverly’s shop and we’re restoring the dollhouse.”
“Neat. Can you go someplace private? I need a pep talk. A pep talk I don’t want them to hear.”
“Let me go outside,” Charlie said. There was rustling and the opening of a door and then she said, “Okay. I’m out of earshot now. So, you’re going all the way with Bones. I think that’s great.”
“Yeah. Except, I’m sitting in my bedroom in a La Perla white lace body suit waiting for my biker to come over and…and…”
“Rip the white lace body suit off you with his teeth?”
“Oh God, I’m gonna faint.”
“Now would be the time to have a glass of wine.”
“I can’t. You know I can’t.”
I heard the distant rumble of a motorcycle.
“Crap. He’s almost here.”
“Okay, I don’t have a lot of time. So, here’s what you’re going to do…”
“I’m listening.”
“You’re going to pretend that you’re one of the great femme fatales of all time. You’re going to get him on his knees and make him beg to let him pleasure you. You got that?”
“I got that.” I swallowed. “But I’m more Audrey Hepburn than Marilyn Monroe.”
“Not tonight. Tonight you’re going to ruin him in the best way possible. You’re going to ruin him forever.”
“Love you for this,” I said.
“Love you too.”
I hung up and set my phone aside. I rose from the bed and picked up the white silk robe and put it on.
The doorbell rang.
“Showtime,” I whispered.
As I walked down the stairs, I thought about Charlie’s advice. I would be cool, confident. I wouldn’t just be Marilyn Monroe, I’d be Marilyn Monroe, Jean Harlow, and Gene Tierney all rolled into one.
Only when I opened the door and saw Bones leaning against the doorframe, I crumbled. I gripped the door, praying it held me upright.
“Duchess,” he greeted, his gaze slowly lowering. “You answered the door wearing that? I could’ve been the delivery guy.”
“I’m not expecting a package.”
“I’ve got a package.”
I blinked and then suddenly I smiled. My smile turned into a giggle, my giggle into a laugh. It escaped through my mouth even as I tried to cover my lips to stifle the sound.
Bones let out a booming laugh of his own. “Jesus, you looked like you were about to faint.”
I stepped back from the door and let him inside. I closed the door behind him and locked it, my laughter fading. “I was trying to channel my inner femme fatale. I don’t think it worked.”
“It worked. Damn, did it work,” he said gruffly. He took a step toward me. “Hey.”
I looked up at him. “Hi.”
One of his hands settled on my waist, the other slid through the strands of my hair to cradle my head.
I placed my palm on his chest and met his lips.
Every worry drifted away.
He was tender.
Gentle.
And then his tongue slid into my welcoming mouth.
I whimpered and pressed closer.
Suddenly Bones wasn’t gentle anymore. His hand skated from my waist to my lower back to pull me toward him.
He was hard everywhere.
“Bones,” I whispered.
“I’m right here, Duchess.”
“Take me upstairs.”
He swept me into his arms and did as I bid. When we got to the bedroom, he looked around, clearly noting the low light and candles.
“You planning on seducing me, or romancing me?” he asked.
“Can’t I do both?” I quipped.
“Yes.” His lips caught mine and then he was lowering me to the bed.
He took a step back, his electric blue eyes on me as he slowly removed his boots and clothes. My breath caught in my throat as I watched his tattoos come alive across his rippling skin.
Bones reached for his boxer briefs, hesitating but a moment before sliding them down his muscular thighs.
His erection was massive and my eyes widened.
Bones gripped it in his hand and gave it a few strokes. “Don’t worry, Duchess. You’ll be able to take me. I promise.”
My throat was parched, and my heart drummed with nerves. Excitement swirled in my belly as I reached for my robe.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Getting naked?”
“No. You’re all wrapped up like a present, and I get to unwrap my present.” He grinned wickedly.
I leaned back against the pillows, watching as Bones settled onto the bed. He crawled up my body until he was hovering over me.
My fingertips glided across his shoulders, around his shoulder blades and down.
“Kiss me,” I whispered.
Bones leaned forward and brushed his mouth over mine. He kissed me until I was delirious. He kissed me until I was writhing against him. He kissed me until the friction of my clothes between us was an unbearable obstacle.
He pulled back and opened his eyes to stare into mine. He sat back and looked down at me for a moment before reaching for the sash of my robe.
Bones ran a finger across my collarbone and then between my breasts, trailing lower.
“Jesus, Duchess. You’re going to destroy me.”
I bit my lip but didn’t hold back my smile. “You’re welcome to destroy my lingerie. With your teeth.”
He let out a low laugh and shook his head. “There’s plenty of time for rough. Plenty of time for quick. Not this time. This time, I’m gonna savor you.”
His fingers danced across the delicate lace, gliding across my stomach and slipping between my thighs. He rubbed me lightly through the fabric and my back bowed off the bed as sparks shot through my veins.
I opened my legs wider.
“You like that,” he growled as he continued to pet me.
I wanted to say yes, but my mouth didn’t work.
He removed his fingers from between my thighs and reached for the straps of the body suit.
I lifted up so he could work them off my shoulders. He kissed the spot below my ear and drifted lower to my neck, my collarbone, the swell of my breast.
He tugged at the fabric until my breasts sprang free.
Bones took a nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.
My fingers plowed into his hair and I gasped when he gently bit my nipple with his teeth. He pulled it deeper into his mouth, sucking and licking.
And then he moved to the other breast and lavished it with as much attention as he had done with the first. While his mouth was occupied, his hand manipulated the lingerie down my body.
My ankles were trapped by the body suit and Bones reached down and removed it, flinging it away. His fingers delved gently between my legs, slipping inside me.
I was wet and ready.
He added another finger while his thumb brushed my clit.
I made a noise, a cross between a growl and a mewl.
Bones thrust his fingers gently at first, but then picked up speed. And when he pressed against my clit at the same time, my orgasm swept through me. My breast popped from his mouth as my back bowed, and I made noises I’d never made before.
He eased his fingers out of me as I caught my breath. With hooded eyes, I watched him stick his fingers into his mouth and suck them clean.
I pressed against his shoulder and urged him to roll over. He settled onto his back and I lifted my leg over him and straddled him. I placed my hands on his chest and traced the ink marking his skin.
He gripped my hips.
“Take all the time you need, Duchess.”
I leaned over and grazed his chin with my lips and then it was my turn to kiss him. I kissed his neck, and then lower. I gently tugged his nipple between my teeth, feeling it pebble against my tongue. My hand wandered between us so I could grasp him.
He was girthy and I gave him a squeeze.
Bones moaned.
“You like that?” I asked, smiling against his chest.
“Fuck yes.”
I slid my grip up and down his shaft and my thumb stroked his crown. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting him.
Bones’ hands glided down my outer thighs until he got to my ass cheeks, which he squeezed firmly. We touched and kissed, we stroked and toyed.
I felt a bead of moisture at the tip of him. He was ready, and so was I.
“Enough,” he growled, grabbing me and flipping me onto my back. “I have to be inside you.”
I nodded eagerly and gestured to the nightstand.
Bones leaned over and opened the drawer. He pulled out a new box of condoms. He ripped into it and pulled out a condom. He quickly tore into the package with his teeth and then he was rolling it down his straining shaft.
I flopped my legs open as he eased a hand beneath my ass. Bones guided his erection toward my eager body. He slid the tip in, ever so slightly, and then he sank further.
Our eyes were locked on one another.
“You okay?” he whispered.
I nodded. I felt him everywhere. I was full of him, and I clenched.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head for a moment and then he opened them. “Can you take more of me?”
“I think so.”
He glided all the way in and then ceased moving, giving me time to adjust to him. But then he slowly began to thrust, pulling back ever so slightly before sliding back in.
My body felt like it was on fire. The heat built in my belly, shimmering along my spine. It crept up my neck and prickled my skin.
I wrapped my legs around him as his movements picked up speed. He switched the angle of his pelvis, causing me to cry out, but not in pain.
“Fuck, I hurt you,” he growled.
“No,” I gasped. “It feels good. Do it again.”
He did it again.
My clit throbbed as his shaft hit the exact spot inside me that had my toes curling, my back bowing, my release tearing through my body.
His hands slid beneath my ass and he lifted me up, thrusting deep and hard, elongating my orgasm as he had one of his own.
Bones gathered me in his arms as our breaths mingled and our hearts beat in sync.
We were still connected when he pulled back just enough to brush the hair from my eyes. He stared into them and said, “Told you. Not frigid. Not frigid at all.”