Chapter 7 #2
Before I can ask what he means, he's kissing me again, backing me toward the bed. The backs of my knees hit the mattress, and I sink down onto it. Whip follows, his body covering mine as he lays me back against the pillows.
His weight feels good on top of me, grounding. One of his hands finds mine, pinning it gently beside my head as he kisses down my neck again, lower this time to the valley between my breasts. His free hand slides beneath me, finding the clasp of my bra with practiced ease.
"Okay?" he asks, waiting for my nod before unhooking it.
He draws back just enough to help me out of it, and then he's looking down at me with such desire in his eyes that I feel myself blushing.
"Perfect," he breathes, lowering his head to take one nipple into his mouth.
I arch off the bed, a moan escaping me as his tongue circles the sensitive peak. His hand finds my other breast, fingers teasing and rolling the nipple until both are tight and aching.
When he sucks particularly hard, I cry out, my hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging in. He raises his head, eyes dark with desire.
"Hands above your head," he commands softly. "Don't move them unless I say so."
I swallow hard, heart racing, and slowly lift my arms over my head, gripping the pillow beneath me. There's something thrilling about this surrender, this giving over of control.
"Good girl," he praises again, and the words send a pulse of electricity straight between my legs. "Now stay still for me."
He returns his attention to my breasts, alternating between gentle kisses and sharp little nips that have me writhing beneath him despite his instruction to stay still. When his hand slides down my stomach to the waistband of my jeans, my hips lift instinctively.
"Eager," he comments, smiling against my skin. His fingers work the button of my jeans, then the zipper, but he doesn't pull them down. Instead, his hand slides inside, over my panties, and he groans when he feels how wet I am through the thin fabric.
"All this for me?" he murmurs.
"Yes," I gasp as his fingers press against me through the cotton. "Just for you."
He works me through the fabric, building a rhythm that has me panting, straining against the restraint of keeping my hands above my head. Just when I think I might break that rule, his hand withdraws.
I make a sound of protest, and he chuckles, low and dangerous. "Patience," he says, shifting down the bed. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my jeans, looking up at me for permission. I nod frantically, lifting my hips to help him pull them down.
Once my jeans are gone, leaving me in just my panties, he settles between my legs, pressing kisses to my inner thighs. Each one moves higher, closer to where I need him most, but he takes his time, making me wait for it.
"Whip," I plead, unable to keep still. "Please."
"Please what?" he asks, fingers hooking in the sides of my panties. "Tell me what you want, Violet. Be specific."
My face burns, but the way I need him overrides any embarrassment. "Your mouth," I manage. "I want your mouth on me."
His grin is wicked as he slides my panties down my legs. "As the lady wishes."
I've barely processed being completely naked in front of him when his mouth is on me, his tongue finding my most sensitive spot. I cry out, my back arching off the bed. One of his arms drapes across my hips, holding me in place as he explores me with his tongue.
It's overwhelming, intense in a way I've never experienced before. He reads my body like a book he's studied for years, knowing exactly when to increase pressure, when to ease back, when to introduce his fingers alongside his tongue.
I'm climbing higher and higher, the tension building inside me ready to snap. My hands itch to grab his hair, to pull him closer, but I remember his command and keep them firmly on the pillow, gripping the fabric so tightly my knuckles turn white.
"Good girl," he murmurs against me, the vibration of his voice sending shivers through me. "You follow instructions so well. Now come for me, Violet. Let me feel you."
His words combined with the curl of his fingers inside me are my undoing. The orgasm crashes over me in waves, and I hear myself crying out his name—his road name—as my body spasms around his fingers.
He works me through it gently, drawing out every last tremor until I'm writhing and panting. Only then does he move up the bed, gathering me against his chest. His hand strokes through my hair as I come back to myself, and I realize he's still fully clothed while I'm completely naked.
"That was..." I trail off, unable to find the right words.
"Just the beginning," he finishes for me, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "But the rest can wait."
I shift against him, feeling him still hard in his jeans. "What about you?"
He shakes his head, though I can see the strain in his face. "Tonight was about you. Like I said, when we really do this, I want it to be with clear heads. No alcohol, no adrenaline from running away from dickheads who don't know how to treat a woman."
I should argue, should insist on reciprocating, but my exhaustion is seeping in now that the adrenaline and tequila are wearing off. My cheek throbs, reminding me of everything that happened today.
"Stay here tonight," Whip says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Rest. In the morning, we'll figure out what to do about your ex."
The mention of Derek sends a cold wave of reality through me. "He'll come looking for me."
"Let him," Whip says, and there's that dangerous edge to his voice again. "I'd like to see him try to get past me and my brothers."
The protectiveness in his tone comforts me in a way I can't explain. For the first time since catching Derek with that woman, I feel safe. Safer than ever, really.
"Thank you," I murmur, nestling closer to him.
His arms tighten around me. "Rest now," he says softly. "I've got you."
As I drift off to sleep, I can't help but think that this day, which started as one of the worst of my life, somehow ended with me in exactly the right place—in the arms of Santiago Mendes, a man I've wanted for longer than I care to admit.
And tomorrow, for the first time in a long time, I'm actually looking forward to what comes next.