Page 74 of A Very Un-Shakespeare Romance
His hot gaze slowly traveled the length of her body, that telltale pulse of desire beating fiercely in his neck. “God, you are so ridiculously beautiful. Later…I don’t know when…I’m going to want you to put one of your bikinis on and sit on my lap.” He fitted his shoulders between her legs, spreading her wide. “But until then, let me show you what I can do without my hands.”
She was already arching up as his mouth touched her core, making her cry out harshly. Electric shock waves shot through her pelvis. Her eyelids drifted shut as he used his mouth and tongue to bring her to the brink. She was panting hard as the first wave hit, the force bending her back onto the bed. “Yes, oh, yes, oh yes!”
“I should have known you’d be loud—even though you look so sweet.”
Her breath was heaving after her orgasm, so she had to suck in more air before she could answer him. “Are you complaining?” She cracked her eyes open. “Because I’d think you’d be pleased I was so vocal about your performance, Grandpa.”
“No way you cried out like that for a senior citizen,” he said with a hearty laugh, playfully kissing his way up her belly, before turning his attention to her breasts, putting his mouth on first one and then the other.
She arched into him. “Yeah, you’re right about that. Oh, Robbie—”
“Talk to me,” he urged, his voice low and harsh and filled with heat as he made her moan again. He used his mouth with the same kind of focused intensity he did everything, until she was pulling his head to her breast, urging him to use more tongue and teeth. He did, and they both groaned audibly, fingers tensing on each other’s skin.
“I need—”
“So do I.”
His response was harsh and urgent, and she gripped his shoulder, pulling him up. Their eyes locked, his gaze wild and determined. She touched his jaw. “Are you finished playing?”
“Never,” he ground out before laying his forehead against hers and rubbing it deliciously. “You make me want everything—all at once. God, Lily. I never saw this coming, but I am so glad you’re here.”
“Me too,” she whispered, feeling tenderness as well as desire as he angled back to gaze at her face.
His erection nudged her core, and they both froze for a moment, anguished groans pouring from their chests. “That felt like an electric shock all the way to my—”
“Yeah,” she said. “Condom. Now.”
“Bossy.” His head whipped up, the tense angles of his face clenched with need as he gave a tight smile. “I like it. We’ll do slow later.”
“I’m going to want to lap you up,” she panted as she watched him tear open the packet with his teeth.
“Later.” He looked down at her under him before studying the condom. “Jesus, we’re going to have to work together to get this on me.”
“I excel at cross-departmental cooperation,” she told him, levering herself up so she could help him fit the condom over his very sizeable length. “God, you are so pretty.”
He shot her a wicked look. “You’re going to have to do better than that, sweet girl, but right now, I don’t care what you call it. God, I’m about ready to explode. Lie back and hold still.”
She choked out a laugh. “Oh, you are so hot when you’re dispensing orders. What else do you want me to do, Captain?”
“It’s Lieutenant, and I want you to shut up, so I don’t buck into you like a bronco right out of the gate.” He eased into her, making her cry out. “Please don’t tighten up around me yet.”
“Oh, I got a please,” she said hotly, bringing her hips up as he shifted deeper. “God, yes, that makes everything better.”
He thrust into her core and then froze, groaning loudly. Lifting his head, he sought her gaze, his heart in his eyes. “Lily.”
The use of her real name was important. Epic. She felt her throat catch right before he started thrusting, first deep and searching before their mingled cries sent the pace faster, urgency driving them on. He brought their cuffed hands to the side of her head, tangling his fingertips with hers as the wave built. Levering her hips to meet him, she pushed him on, feeling the hot rush start in her belly.
Their gazes locked as it swept over them, and she watched as blind shock crested over his face. Then he froze and threw his head back, crying out loudly. Pulsing, heart beating wildly in her chest, she wrapped her free arm around him as he levered onto her, holding up his full weight by an elbow. His lips cruised into her neck, his hot breath panting madly against her skin.
“God,” he rasped out. “God, Lily.”
She turned her head, needing to see him. His eyes were clenched together, desire still raging through him, making the line of his jaw and brows tense with passion. She felt the pulse, the way their hearts pounded in unison, and knew she’d just experienced a connection greater than anything she’d ever had before. “Robbie,” she whispered.
His eyes opened immediately, a bright blue filled with tenderness and something she wasn’t ready to name yet, not until he did. Then he smiled, a smile so warm her heart somersaulted in her chest. They gazed at each other, neither moving as they breathed shallowly, and Lily welcomed the moment of stillness, knowing it was precious. Her heart settled down inside her chest, filled with a new warmth and contentment.
“Well, Lily,” he said unevenly, his exhale harsh and charged from their mutual lack of oxygen. “I don’t think you can call me grandpa now.”
Sliding her hand into his hair, she tugged him closer so she could lay a kiss on his gorgeous mouth. He slid them both onto their sides, kissing her softly until she pressed back, a totally happy smile stretching across her face. “No, probably not. I’m actually pretty relieved.”
