Page 61 of The Charmer's Gambit
His wicked mouth played along the neckline of my camisole, nipping and licking and driving me crazy. I tried again to removehis undershirt, which he let me do this time, and my top joined his, leaving me clad in a lacy black bra.
“Mmm, for the record, you still owe me a proper modeling show.” His smoldering gaze snagged mine. “But I wholeheartedly approve of this preview.”
I played my fingers over his abdomen, exploring each hard ridge and divot. “You’re not the only one who approves.” I pressed an open-mouthed kiss against his pec and licked a path up to his neck. He tasted like sex, spice, and sin all wrapped up in a masculine bow. “Take me to bed, Will,” I whispered. “Please.”
He gripped my hips and dragged me to the edge of the table so my sensitive center aligned perfectly with his hot arousal. I squirmed against him, but he held me still as his intense gaze captured mine.
“I want to, but if we do this, we do it right, and we fight for it.” His lips whispered across mine in a soft caress that left me yearning for so much more, but he wasn’t done. “We do this, Rachel, and you’re mine. Just as I’m yours. There will be no one else. Do you understand?”
Mine. I liked how that sounded. It wasn’t so much possessive but rather a promise he wanted us to make to each other. “You want commitment.”
“Yes.”
“And long-term.” He didn’t say that, but I inferred it from his tone and previous comments.
“Absolutely.” No hesitation lurked in his voice or in his expression, though he was studying me intently. I couldn’t blame him. We both knew that, a week ago, I would have flat out refused. Hell, two days ago, I would have said no. But Will’s incessant hammering shattered the wall surrounding my heart, setting it free to feel for the first time in years.
And it only seemed fitting that he was the one I wanted. The one I felt comfortable enough with to try having a relationship again. The one I trusted not to hurt me.
I swallowed the words battering for purpose in my mouth. There was so much I wanted to say, so much I needed him to know, to understand, but nothing could convey the feelings kindling deep inside me. Showing him was the only option. I kissed him and unleashed all my inner chaos, my anxiety, the innate fragility of my trust in him, and the overwhelming emotion overtaking my soul. It came out of me like a storm, and my tongue was the vessel. He accepted it all, his mouth answering in kind, as he swallowed my darkest fears and reaffirmed my place at his side.
Our embrace started as a flurry of passion that evolved into something darkly intimate as he lightly drew down the zipper of my skirt. It left my lacy black thong exposed at the back. He traced his fingers over it and groaned.
“Your penchant for lingerie slays me, darlin’.” He lifted me off the table by my ass and set me on my feet. A wiggle of my hips sent the skirt to the ground, and then I was in the air again with my legs around his waist. His lips captured mine again, picking up right where he left off, as he carried me to the bedroom. My heart kicked up a beat at the show of strength and confidence, then it went into overdrive when he dropped me onto the bed. I lifted onto my elbows to admire the view as he removed first his belt and then those sexy slacks. His tight black boxer briefs barely contained his erection.
That’s going to be inside me soon . . .I squeezed my thighs together with a moan as the image assaulted me.All those muscles working as he moves over me . . .“Fuck.”
He chuckled and moved over me on the bed. “That’s three times you’ve said that while in my bed. I’m about to take you up on that offer.” His lips closed around my nipple through the lace,causing me to arch into him. I’d never been more turned on in my life, and we weren’t even naked yet.
“Will . . .” It was part plea, part annoyance. The foreplay was killing me.
“Patience,” he murmured, switching breasts. I needed the bra off. Now. It abraded my tender skin in a near-painful way. I unsnapped the clasp at my back and quickly found both my wrists captured in one of his hands above my head. He tsked. “That’s the opposite of what I said, darlin’.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist and rubbed against him. “This is me not listening. Fuck me, Mershano.”
Molten chocolate stared down at me, and my thighs squeezed in anticipation. Shit. Will on a good day was gorgeous, but this? So. Incredibly. Hot. I wanted to weep with joy as he slid my bra away from my breasts and up my arms. Then I felt him tying my wrists together with the lace. A glance upward showed him securing my hands to the headboard. With my own fucking bra. I tugged on instinct, but the fabric didn’t budge.
“What are you doing?”
“Finishing my exploration,” he replied with a nip against my neck. “No squirming, gorgeous.” With him lounging over me like some predatory cat? Yeah, right. But when I tried to shift my hips to meet his, he stilled me with his hands on my thighs, and then he sucked my nipple deep into his mouth.
“Oh!” That skilled tongue of his drew circles in the most delicious of patterns.To feel that against my clit . . .My legs shook with the thought. “More,” I begged.
He ignored me and licked a path to my other breast to restart the sensual torture. I was a quivering mess by the time his tongue trailed downward over my belly to the top of my thong. Those damn hands kept me from tilting upward like I wanted, and when he skipped over the place I needed him most, Igrowled. His teeth scraped my inner thigh in response, followed by open-mouthed kisses that I wished were a few inches higher.
“Mmm, I’d like to keep this on,” he murmured as he nibbled just north of my garter. “Which means,” he continued, his hands sliding up to grasp my lace thong at the sides, “these need to come off.”
I gasped as he gave them a tug and snapped the elastic in half. My ruined thong disappeared in a careless toss over his shoulder.
“You . . .” My complaint died on a moan as he licked my exposed flesh all the way up to the point I needed him most.
“You taste amazing.” His intimate murmur left me aching in the neediest of ways. “Hang on, Rachel. I’m going to devour you.”
He led with his tongue, and, oh, that mouth of his did not disappoint. He gave my warm center the same treatment as my breasts, except this time he licked deep and used his teeth to draw out my shudders.
Tension built low in my body, straining my limbs and bringing tears to my eyes. It felt like he’d teased me forever with his endless games of anticipation, and now all that emotion culminated deep inside. His name was both a blessing and a curse on my tongue, until, finally, I felt it—that elusive sensation of bliss unfurling and tingling my nerve endings. Just as I teetered on the edge of explosion, Will pulled away, making me scream in frustration and desire. My vision went black with the insanity of it, and when I finally refocused, it was to find him kneeling over me. Naked.
And, wow, was he a specimen to behold. I hadn’t seen the whole picture on the plane, and now that it was laid out in front of me, I couldn’t breathe.
