Page 95 of Imperfect Arrangement
I close my eyes, memories of his touch and the way he made me feel last night flashing behind my lids. When I open them again, I meet his intense gaze head-on.
“Before I answer, I want you to remember?—”
“I haven’t forgotten a single word you’ve said, baby.” His voice cuts through the night, steady and sure. “You don’t do serious. I get it. Now, tell me—is it a no or a yes?” Like the previous night, he once again gives me two options.
I take a deep breath. “I’m not saying no.”
HIS DIRTY GIRL
WILLOW
Holding my hand, Raymond leads me in the direction of my room. Two steps in and he turns around, backing me against the door. The only light is the dim, soft ethereal night-light I left on earlier.
His lips land on mine softly, and every time he does that, I’m left a little surprised. For someone as aggressive as he is in business, he’s so freaking patient when it comes to this.
Moments pass and his kiss turns more passionate, more urgent, as if asking permission. When I part my lips, he kisses me deeper, his tongue slowly meeting mine, stroking it in seductive, circular motions.
Has a kiss ever felt like this?
No. Not at all. Never for me.
“Do you know how happy you’ve made my home, Wills?” he says against my mouth before kissing my cheeks. His words have the same emotion as his touch. It brands want, desire, and feelings.
My heart flutters for a beat in worry, wondering how I’ll save myself after leaving this home, but as if Ray can read all my thoughts, he distracts me.
“Do you know how hard I was when I left your room the other night? All it took was one stroke and the memory of your taste and I came so fucking hard I felt like I’d pass out.”
Wow! Now all I can think about is Raymond stroking himself. My whole body shakes with timid desire, and my hands tighten around his waist.
“You’re thinking about that, aren’t you?” he whispers. “My dirty girl.”
I like that. Being his dirty girl.
Just for the night.
He grips the hem of my T-shirt. “I swore to myself that when you chose me again the next time, I’d go slow.” He licks the column of my neck. “I’d kiss you for hours and show you how much I want you.” He nips my earlobe. “But I can’t. Sorry, Wills.”
That’s all the warning I get before he yanks my T-shirt over my head and pushes my bra aside. His mouth, hungry and ruthless, almost attacks my breasts, and he devours my nipple.
“This is much hotter,” I murmur, grabbing his shoulders for support, writhing against the solid door.
Ray releases a pleased hum as he unclasps my bra and tosses it aside. Without missing a beat, he sinks down to his knees and undoes my jeans, then pushes them down to my ankles before disentangling them from my feet. I’m still getting used to the feel of standing almost naked in the middle of the room as cool air touches my skin, making my body shiver and causing my nipples to harden further.
Raymond runs his hands from my ankles up to my thighs, where he hooks his thumbs in my cotton panties and slides them down and off.
Crap!
I let out a soft squeal when he lifts one leg, and my grip on his shoulders tightens. He kisses my ankle before dragging his tongue all the way up to my calves, the back of my knees, and my inner thighs. But when he reaches my pelvis, his hands resting low on my hips, his tongue disappears in my folds, and I moan.
He bends my leg over his shoulder, gaining more access, his tongue going in deep, his fingers spreading me open for him.
He seems to love going down on me, as if it’s my pleasure he’s really after and not his own. His tongue drifts up, taking my clit captive between his lips, and at the same time he slides a finger into my wet, soaking sex. My leg buckles, and without thought, I grab a fistful of his hair.
I’m so freaking close.
The intensity of his touch, his actions, is too much. My hip involuntarily jerks forward, closer to his face, to his mouth, to feel more of all that he’s making me feel.
I don’t recognize my own voice as a sob leaves me with a muttered, “God, Ray.”
