Page 44 of Sexy as Sin
She thought he’d pull off her thong, but he didn’t. It was lavender, tiny, and matched the bra, and at that moment, she acknowledged the truth. She’d put on this dress and these undies tonight thinking about him. When she’d stroked the fragrant body conditioner over her belly and thighs in the shower, she’d imagined him doing it, and had trembled at the thought.
His hand was still on her thigh. Now, he looked into her eyes, sent his hand up, slipped it under the leg band of the thong, and drew his finger up, and she jumped like she’d been shocked. And he smiled again.
“Let’s do that some more,” he said. One more sip of wine, and he was dipping his fingers in the glass, then rubbing them over her again. Cool liquid, warm, probing fingers, and she was already rocking.
He didn’t even get her thong off. When he shoved his way down her body, pulled the silky material aside, and drew his tongue up her the same way he’d used his fingers? She started making some noise. And when he set out in earnest to please her, she kept on doing it. She’d have been embarrassed, but she couldn’t be. He read every movement, and when she started to go up in earnest, he put a hand on her hip, held her there, increased the suction, and she was rising off the bed, calling out incoherently, then beginning to spasm. He stayed with her through the whole thing, and afterwards, he didn’t stop. He had his fingers inside her, finding the spot, and oh. My. God. She wasn’t sure she could stand it, and then she knew she couldn’t.
She lost her words.
Brett was dangerously close to embarrassing himself. Whatever he’d thought she was, she’d been so much more. Right now, she was still shuddering, her hands up by her head in exactly the way he’d imagined, her chest heaving. As he watched, she sighed, and he realized that his hand was still on her, still rubbing, because he could tell it still felt great.
She opened her eyes at last and said, “Boy, that’s some... ahh... loving. Oh, bloody hell. Don’tstop.”
He laughed. It very nearly hurt to do it. “Best I can do,” he said, “with a broken leg.”
She was sitting up, then, yanking the dress and bra down her arms and the thong down her long legs, and he watched her do it and breathed a little harder. She was rose-pink and pretty everywhere, and he wanted to start all over again just so he could spend some more time there and look at all that. If he spread her open with his hand... exactly how excited would just that make her?
As he thought it, she got a hand on his shoulder, shoved him down onto his back, then leaned over and kissed his mouth. Slowly, and putting all her Willow-energy into it, her tongue stroking and exploring, not one bit shy.
“Got to do something about you, though,” she murmured into his mouth, her smile curving against him. “I’m guessing I can. If you hold still, will I hurt you? Or would you rather have my mouth?”
He groaned. “Is this a trick question?”
She smiled some more, looking as sleek and satisfied as a cat. Her curls tumbled around her like the outward evidence of all that passion, and his hand went up to trace a white breast like it was drawn there, which, of course, it was. She reached behind him for the glass of wine, drank it down, stroked a hand down his chest that lit him up, and said, “I’ve been waiting a long time for this. You are the most beautiful man.”
She set the glass back down, headed southward, got her hands under his waistband, and drew his PJs and briefs down. She took care over his thigh, it hurt some more, and he didn’t care at all. “Well, bugger me, boy,” she said, stroking a lazy hand over him, and he thought,That can be arranged,with the brain cells that were still functioning. And then she had her mouth and her hands all over him, exploring him like she wanted to, and he sighed some more and tried not to groan.
She could have talked, but he couldn’t have answered. And when she went to work on him for real... hereallycouldn’t answer. She was a tease, he discovered. Just when he was starting to go up, she switched it out, went slower, kept the wave from cresting. He thought hazily,Hey. I let you come as fast and hard as you needed to,and then forgot to protest, because all he wanted was more. His good right leg was stiffening, his hands were clutching her head, and he thought,Now. Now. Please,and tried not to groan.
And she stopped.
His eyes opened. He was going to die. He hadn’t even thought that in the hospital. Now, he was sure of it. And then she swung a leg carefully over his body and straddled him, and he forgot to think so.
“Tell me if it hurts,” she said, and he thought,Never,and took hold of her hips. And froze.
“Wait,” he said with the effort of a lifetime. “Uh... condom.”
She stopped with her hand still on him and her hips over him. Halfway to heaven, and nowhere close. “Oh. I forgot. Oh, bloody hell.”
She started to climb off, and he took hold of her wrists and said, “Don’t you dare. Bathroom. Shaving kit. Six of them in there. Bring three of them out.”
“Oh.” She put her forehead down onto his and laughed. “Mate. Six? How many girls were you hoping to meet in Oz?”
“I was hoping to meet a beautiful redhead,” he said. “I’m a lucky guy. And if you don’t mind, I’m dying here.”
“Mm.” She gave him a kiss, still smiling. “Hang on, then.” This time, when she climbed off him, he let her go, and when she came back already ripping a packet open and unrolled the condom onto him? He closed his eyes for a second and blessed his foresight.
And the heat and sweetness that was Willow gasping as she impaled herself on him... it was almost too much to take. So tight, and so hot.
“Oh,” she said. “That feels... oh, you feelgood.”He couldn’t have agreed more. He let her move for a while, finding her pace and her spot, but when his hands went to her breasts, her head went back, and her hair was falling around her? He had to grab her hips then. He needed to be over her, to be moving her, to beshowingher, and he couldn’t. But he could grab her and shove her onto him, so he could go as deep as he needed to. He could drive into her until she was calling out, and he could put his hand on her, too, and make her hold still when he got the spot exactly right.
Willow, trembling under his hands. Willow, calling his name. Willow, gripping him hard, shaking him loose.
Letting him climb in exactly the way he needed to, and holding him there, at the edge of the dark. Until he was closing his eyes, falling over into the blackness, and groaning out her name.
Until he saw stars.
When she got out of bed and said, “Got something for you, mate,” he smiled, his body humming all the way to his toes despite the pain that had forced him to swallow another pill, and said, “I know you do. And it’s something I want.”
