Page 61 of Fast & Reckless
Dipping his head, he replaced his fingers with his mouth. For endless minutes, he lingered there, despite the desperate straining of his cock. The silence of the hotel room broken only by the rustle of their clothes and her occasional sighs of pleasure. He didn’t stop, even when she was writhing underneath him.
“Will.” His name came out as a breathy exhale. “Please,” she murmured, clutching at his shoulders.
“With pleasure,” he murmured. He reached down with his left hand, at first just resting it on her knee. Slowly, he rubbed his thumb back and forth across the soft skin of the inside of her knee. Her legs fell open, the muscles in her thighs relaxing. Drawing his palm up the top of her thigh, he pushed her dress up as he dragged his head up from her chest to kiss her mouth again.
Her kisses were frantic with her desire, as were her hands, running through his hair, down over his shoulders, gripping him anywhere she could reach.
When his fingers touched her knickers, she jerked under him. He stopped there, stroking over the fabric softly, listening to her increasingly desperate breathing. Her thighs fell open, allowing him to sweep aside the fabric and touch her, the slick, wet heat of her. This time it was his turn to moan. He wanted to thrust himself inside her until he exploded, but he also wanted this to last forever. As long as possible. All night.
He explored her, rubbing the length, dipping inside and back out, and then finally, up to the sensitive heart of her.Her hands stilled, clutching his biceps as he set up a steady, stroking pace. Against his mouth, she gasped as he drew her closer to the edge. Her thighs clamped around his hand, but he didn’t stop. She broke their kiss, her head falling back. She arched up, strung taut, ready to fly. Her thighs trembled around his hand and she gasped for air, every tiny pant ending in a whimper as he drove her closer to the edge. Finally he tipped her into her release, drawing it out until she went slack underneath him again.
“YOU’RE BEAUTIFULwhen you do that,” Will whispered in her ear, and Mira weakly raised her hand to run her fingers through his thick, silky hair. Her body was still humming, little aftershocks of pleasure zipping along her limbs, and he was still kissing her, down her neck, her shoulder, her cheek.
“I want to fuck you, Mira,” he murmured against her skin. “Can I?”
His words were like a match tossed onto kindling, and her body went up in flames. She wanted him so badly.
“Yes.”
She hooked her hand behind his neck, pulling herself up to kiss him hard. He pressed her back down onto the bed, rolling over onto her. She moaned into his mouth, finally—finally—feeling the weight of him pinning her to the bed.
His kiss was hard and hungry, his tongue sliding along hers, his teeth nipping at her lips. He shifted his weight and his knee slid between hers until his thigh was pressed right against her sex. She was still so sensitive that she felt like she could just press herself against him and come again, but that wasn’t what she wanted this time. She’d finally quit this war she’d beenfighting with herself. She was letting herself have him and she wanted every single inch of him tonight.
She worked a hand between their bodies, so she could unbutton his shirt, but she couldn’t manage it. Rearing off her, he brushed her hands away, and took care of the buttons. She’d seen his bare chest before. She’d seen most of him bare at one point or another. But never like this, in this dimly lit room, tangled in bed together, with his hungry eyes roving over her body as he imagined what he was about to do to her. She shivered with the delicious anticipation of it.
When he’d gotten his shirt open, he shrugged out of it and tossed it to the floor. She watched the gold light play across the ripples of his muscles as he moved, and her mouth literally began to water. She wanted to explore every dip and ridge on his body, first with her hands and then with her mouth.
He dropped back on the bed, on his back, silently inviting her to explore. She reached out her hand and laid her palm on his chest, right on his breastbone, spreading her fingers over his warm skin. A smile curled his lips as she made her way across, and when she brushed his nipple, the muscles of his abdomen clenched. So she bent over him and took a swipe at him with her tongue, too.
He hissed, his hand coming up to cradle the back of her hair. “Mira …”
She broke off and sat up, shimmying her rumpled dress back up her body and off over her head. He watched her, one hand fisted in the bedspread and the other tracing over her shoulder, along the side of her breast, and down to her hip. His finger caught in the band of her thong. “This, too,” he murmured.
She smiled at him as she slid it down her legs and flung it to the floor. Then she threw her leg over him and sat up astridehis thighs. The landscape of muscles across his abdomen contracted as he sat up, his arms coming up to encircle her.
Now that she’d finally given herself permission to enjoy him, she meant to do it thoroughly, running her hands over his shoulders and down to his biceps.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” she whispered.
He reached up to cradle her face in his palms, nudging her chin until she was looking into his shadowed eyes. “So are you.”
His fingers slid back into her hair, fisting and bringing her face to his. He kissed her, slow and thorough, and so long, until she was twisting in his arms, desperate to get closer to him, to feel his bare skin on hers. She scooted forward, until her breasts were pressed to his chest, reveling in the friction against her hard, aching nipples. She could feel his cock pressing right against her sex. Will groaned, bringing one arm down to band around her hips and haul her closer still.
Her hips seemed to lift on their own, undulating against him, and he groaned again, his own hips lifting under her. She gasped as a shaft of pleasure jolted through her body. He was taking her apart so easily and he was still half dressed.
She pushed back just enough to get her hands between him, going to work on his belt buckle, then on the zipper of his pants. Will leaned his weight back on one hand, watching her work.
“Touch me,” he whispered.
She kept her eyes on his face as she slid her hand down inside the fly of his pants, her palm sliding down his rigid shaft in his boxer briefs. His lips were parted, glistening and damp from her kisses, and his lashes cast shadows on his cheekbones. She curled her fingers around him and squeezed. His brows furrowed and his mouth fell open as he gasped. “Mira …”
Every time he said her name in that pleasure-strangled groan, her nipples tightened.
“Lie back,” she said, releasing him and pushing gently on his shoulders. He obeyed and she went to work tugging his pants down his hips, but he reached out to grab her wrist.
“Wait.”
She brushed a hand across bulge of his cock about to spring free. “Really? Wait?”
