Page 103 of Love Me Steadfast
The heat of his body lights up every point of contact. His belt buckle against my navel. His thighs, strong and powerful against mine. His chest, firm against my nipples with every breath I try and fail to steady. I kiss him, my tongue tangling with his, the desire inside me thick and loud, like thunder in my ears.
I arch my hips to get him closer, bringing the firm ridge of his erection against where I’m aching for him. He hisses a breath as electric pulses sizzle beneath my skin. The sensation is both frustrating because I want more, and intensely sweet, because have I ever felt this free?
He draws me closer, eliminating the final gap separating us. I play with the curls at the nape of his neck and move my other hand to his waist. My breaths feel heavy and light at the same time, like maybe I’m not getting enough oxygen. It’s making my thoughts blur and my focus tumble somewhere beyond reach, like he’s the drug I can’t get enough of. He caresses my bare thigh while his kisses send me adrift on a warm bright river, the wind in my hair.
I don’t realize I’m rocking against him until he’s cupping my ass over my skirt, moving with me. A needy whimper leaves my lips. “More,” I pant.
He tucks under my skirt, his big hand molding the shape of mythigh on his way up. When he slides beneath the fabric of my underwear to caress the bare curve of my ass, I kiss him again, twining my tongue with his. The warmth and tenderness of his kisses is addicting.
He groans into my mouth as I press harder against him. But the skirt is making it impossible to get the friction I need.
“Please.” It comes out desperate. Should I be ashamed? But this is his fault for being so damn irresistible. For walking around his house in those Levi’s and mismatched socks. For working alongside me at the rescue. For the way he’s never given up on me, even though I’ve tried so hard to make him forget we were ever a perfect fit.
Will’s lashes flutter open, his dark eyes tensing with a sultry lust that I feel deep in my core.
My clit cramps and the hot ache between my legs makes me squeeze them together.
With his eyes still on me, William caresses across the front of my thigh, rumpling the hem of my skirt, and glides his thumb over the throbbing flesh of my pussy.
I suck in a gasp, my hips quivering.
“You need me here, don’t you, baby?” he says, rubbing over the cotton while he kisses along my jaw.
A soft cry tumbles from my lips. My head is spinning and there’s too much pressure in my temples, disconnecting me from my thoughts. A bright, hot desire whips around and around inside me. It’s too big for me to hold onto. Too powerful.
William tucks under the fabric, the flat of his fingers firm and slick against me. The shock of pleasure sends shivers down my spine. I fist his belt buckle and tuck my face into his shoulder. He strokes and teases me with his steady, firm touch, circling the aching bundle of nerves with increasingly firm strokes exactly the way I need it. It’s just like he used to touch me. With focus and care, like he can read me.
He eases my underwear down, and the breath of cool air againstmy hot flesh only intensifies the reckless need cracking open inside me.
“William,” I whimper, my body vibrating, my craving coiling tighter and tighter. My fingertips have dipped inside the waistband of his jeans, my palm folded over the angular, hot metal of his buckle like grabbing onto it can keep me from floating away.
“I’m here, Charlotte. I’m right here,” he says in my ear, his voice firm and threaded with so much caring that another layer of my defenses shatters loose and melts into the abyss.
A sob catches in my throat as the pleasure peaks. It’s bright and rich and so pure I have to clench my eyes shut so it doesn’t blind me. Obliterate me. I cry out, my lips pressed into his shoulder while he plays my body like an instrument he knows by heart. The pleasure is intense, almost sharp, reverberating through me like the final notes of some long-forgotten song.
My cries soften and the drug of my release ebbs, leaving me panting into the crook of his neck and my thighs shaking with aftershocks.
William slips his fingers from my sensitive skin, making me quiver, and brings them to his lips, groaning in appreciation as he sucks them clean. I stare in shock as renewed desire tightens at the base of my spine.
He sees me watching and flashes me a mischievous smirk. “Get in the truck, blackbird. I have plans for you.”
A laugh tumbles free at the same time my heart gives a sharp tug at his old nickname. I thought maybe he’d forgotten it. I try to hold onto this carefree feeling for a little bit longer. Because I’m going to start overthinking everything soon enough. “I hope they don’t include waking the rest of this neighborhood.”
His grin turns sly. He caresses up my thigh and slides my underwear back into place. “Tempting, but no.”
Reaching my arms around his neck, I pull him to me for a kiss. His lips meet mine and I taste the hint of salt from my release. With a groan, he grips my ass, rocking me into him, the firmthickness in his jeans rubbing where I’m starting to ache all over again. He lifts me onto the seat and though I try to keep him close, he slips from my embrace then waits for me to buckle in before shutting the door. I watch him walk around the back of the truck, pausing to give Ollie a quick scratch on her head before climbing in and starting the engine.
Chapter Thirty-Two
WILLIAM (NOW)
Fucking addicting.
Her little growls of frustration. The needy quiver of her hips. Her taste.
Hope is like a pair of doves inside my chest, chasing the sun. How do I keep them soaring?
As soon as I’m behind the wheel, I grab Charlotte’s bare knee so I can tug her closer. Her eyes flash and she traps her bottom lip in her teeth. So I pluck it free with the flat of my thumb, then kiss her. She sucks in a quiet breath as I lick the seam of her mouth. The kiss turns heated, my hunger spiraling up my spine, ready to devour her.
