Page 62 of Love You
The command both shocked and thrilled her. “You sure? I don’t want to—”
“Shush. Just take it off.”
She started to unzip the back as he watched her and then became self-conscious. “Turn off the light.”
He closed in on her and took over, letting the dress slither down her legs. “I don’t want to turn off the light, I want to see you.”
His mouth was on her neck, kissing and sucking. It felt so erotic, standing there in nothing but her bra and panties with the hot pull of his mouth on her skin. He stopped kissing her long enough to survey her body, from the swells of her breasts to the curve of her hips. And she suddenly felt nervous and covered herself with her hands.
He gently pried them away. “This is even better than the red teddy and that was a freaking fantasy.”
She started to relax a little. “I’m not very good at this.”
“Nah, you’re just out of practice. I hear it’s like riding a bike.” He continued to nuzzle her throat. “What you don’t remember, I’ll teach you.”
“Okay,” she said in a voice so breathy she hardly recognized it.
“It’ll be good, I promise.” He stuck his face in her cleavage. “You smell good.” Then he kissed the swells of her breasts and traveled upward, letting his lips graze her ear, sending a shiver up her spine. His hands made a slow journey down her sides and then pulled her hard against him, pressing his erection against the vee of her legs.
He walked her backward until she hit the bed and buckled. Somewhere a window was open and a cool breeze licked over her. But nothing could stop the heat from spreading. She was on fire.
Win straddled her knees and played with the lace on her bra. “Take it off.”
Her shaky fingers reached for the front clasp but couldn’t seem to unlatch it. Impatient with her fumbling, he did it himself in one smooth move. He held both her breasts in his hands and kissed them, his tongue making slow circles around her nipples.
Her head fell back and she moaned as hot shards of pleasure passed before her eyes. “Oh God.”
“Good?” But he wasn’t done.
Win made fast work of her panties, leaving her in nothing but her high-heeled sandals. He kneeled and his head disappeared between her legs.
“Win.” She tried to jerk him up because no one had ever done what he was doing before and it embarrassed her. “You don’t have to . . .”
“Shush. I want to taste you.” His eyes flicked up at her, silently begging permission. “Come on, I’ve been dreaming about this.”
She leaned back on the bed and let her legs fall open. He licked and she trembled. And when his mouth covered her she almost died. Nothing had ever felt this good and any shred of self-consciousness she had left vanished in the pleasure he was giving her.
“Oh God . . . Don’t stop.” She moaned.
His hands were everywhere, fondling, touching, and rubbing. Nothing about him was gentle. He took what he wanted and she reveled in it, her entire body hummed.
“Good?” He slipped a finger inside of her and she saw colors. Reds and blues and oranges and greens.
“So good . . . I can’t take any more.” Her voice came out like a croak.
“Then let go,” he whispered, never stopping all the wonderful, naughty things he was doing.
He slipped a second finger in and she was gone. Her muscles convulsed around him, her body quaked, and she yelled out his name. She fell back on the bed, trying to catch her breath while staring up at the ceiling. So that’s what she’d been missing all this time. There was no way to describe the sheer intensity of it but she knew she wanted more. She wanted him inside of her.
Win hovered over her, his lips traveling across her tummy, over her breasts, up to her throat until he latched onto her mouth. She could taste herself on him.
“You ready for more?” he murmured against her lips. “Please say yes.”
“Yes,” she stammered because she could barely talk. But she didn’t want this to end. She didn’t want him to stop.
He stood up and she immediately missed the contact of his body. Darcy propped up on two elbows and watched him shuck off his shirt and cargo shorts. She couldn’t take her eyes off his abs. They were flat and muscled with ripples like a washboard. Seriously, he had the kind of stomach you only saw on men in exercise magazines after a great deal of airbrushing and photoshopping. How a person could be that fit was a mystery, especially given his doughnut intake. But she’d seen him in action. There was no physical activity Win didn’t do and didn’t do well. Including of course what they were doing now. She wasn’t the most experienced in the bedroom but she didn’t think it was farfetched to call him a masterful lover. He’d certainly rocked her world and she was getting the feeling that that had just been a preview of what he was capable of.
When he slipped off his underwear she sucked in a breath.Oh my!Even though he’d pressed his erection against her, seeing it now . . . well, it was thick and long and hard, and very impressive.
