Page 49 of Needing You

Slowly—so slowly I thought it might kill us both—I reached up and slid a finger under the charcoal tie that snaked down from his neck. Wrapping my fingers around it, I tugged him to his feet, biting back a chuckle at the ferocious gleam in his eye. If I had the money, I’d bet a million dollars he wanted to cut the shit and take over. I’d bet his hands shook from wanting to snatch me up and throw me down on the bed, forgoing all talk of me taking the lead.

And somehow… the thought of him fighting his own impulses in an effort to let me be in charge made the whole thing even more erotic.

With my eyes locked on his, I undid the silk tie and then slipped it from around his neck. Then I hung it over my own shoulders. “I’m saving this for later.”

I had no ideawhatI planned to do with it later, and maybe we’d never make it that far with this whole me-in-charge thing, so it wouldn’t matter. But whether it was a bluff or not didn’t matter. The low groan and loud snap of his teeth clamping together were totally worth it.

He lifted his hands as if to make a move for me, but I nudged them away and unbuttoned his dress shirt. As I peeled it off his shoulders and tossed it away, he started to untuck the white undershirt he’d worn beneath it.

Again, I pushed his hands aside and freed it myself, lifting it to reveal an absolutely jaw-dropping set of abs and pecs. Too stunned by the sight of his torso as he was now—a man, rather than a boy—I didn’t even notice when he finished removing the shirt himself and discarded it with a flick of his wrist.

A slightly triumphant smile played over his full lips, and I narrowed my eyes at him. “Hey.Myshow. I’m undressingyouright now.”

He swallowed hard, but the smile remained. “When do I get to undressyou?”

I stood on my toes to press my dress against his bare chest, kissing my way up his neck until I reached his earlobe, where I bit softly before whispering, “Youdon’t.”

Will cursed under his breath, but his hands remained at his sides while I finished disrobing him until there was nothing left but what looked like the kind of fancy boxer briefs that cost as much as my car payment. His erection strained against them, begging for relief. I could tell he wanted to remove them himself. His fingers twitched—and so didotherparts of him. But I purposely stared down at his boxers while I played with the edge of the waistband, teasing him and dragging it out.

“You’re fuckingkillingme right now,” he muttered under his breath, heat pouring off every square inch of his naked torso.

Standing in front of him, still wearing my dress, heels, and jewelry while he was nearly naked, made me feel so in control that my body ached to be put out of its misery. But at the same time, I also wanted to keep going. I wanted to stay this way—him bared to me and under my spell. It was freeing and playful and so ridiculously different from what we’d shared in the past that I could hardly believe it was really happening.

Closing the distance between our bodies, I kissed him deeply as I slid my hands to the back of his underwear and dipped below the thin fabric. When I filled my hands with his perfectly round ass and squeezed, pulling him against me, he almost broke his hold over his own control and grabbed me by the tops of my arms. But then he let his hands fall and rested his forehead on mine, surrendering once again.

“Good boy,” I purred against his lips, sliding my hands over his smooth skin, taking my time to explore the hard planes of his muscular form. Damn, he was a beautiful man. I’d known he’d filled out since the last time I’d seen him like this but feeling the new swells of hard-earned dips and ridges in all the right places had my breasts tingling and my core tightening with need.

Traveling south in my lazy exploration, I finally took down his boxers and let them slide to the floor at his feet. His erection sprang free and stood at full attention between us. With one hand, I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked, fire shooting through my veins as I felt the heat from him burning through my palm.

“Fuck, Kate,” he bit out, looking at the ceiling while he opened and closed his fists at his sides.

Discovering another opportunity to frustrate him, I released my hold and backed up, grinning when his head snapped down to reveal curiosity as well as what looked a little like madness in his eyes.

“Lie down and watch me,” I instructed, surprising even myself with the commanding tone that edged my words.

He obeyed without a second of hesitation, lowering himself to the bed and scooting back until his broad shoulders were propped up by the mountain of pillows against the mahogany headboard. And as if he knew the move would torture me almost as much as I was torturing him, he rested one hand casually behind his head while the other reached for down, stroking himself lazily from base to tip while he watched me.

Part of me wondered if I should order him to stop touching himself unless I said so, but I didn’t want to. I loved the sight of him slowly moving his closed fist up and down as he stared at my fully dressed body. For him to look at me like I was just as sexy whether I was clothed or not had my heart racing and my blood boiling.

Reaching for the straps of my dress, I tugged them over my shoulders and did a little shimmy so it would fall to the ground in what I hoped to hell was a sexy maneuver. Will’s gaze raked over my body, entranced as I removed my thin strapless bra and then hooked my fingers around my panties to lower them.

And there it was. My first ever striptease. Brief, but hopefully hot. And I hadn’t been scared or ashamed in the least. I felt powerful. So powerful, in fact, that the urge to stop this devastatingly slow buildup was too much to ignore.

But then the cool silk of his tie—the only thing I’d yet to remove when I’d undressed—brushed over my taut nipples and made me squirm with arousal. He didn’t know what I planned to do with it—hell, I didn’t know—but it hung loosely over my chest like a promise of something so naughty I couldn’t help but blush. So I needed to figure it out. And fast.

Taking a deep breath, I placed my hands on the cool satin comforter and crawled onto the bed. I moved over him until I was straddling his hips and grinding my center against the length of his hard shaft so he could feel how much I wanted him.

He let out a few unintelligible curses and broke free from whatever spell he was under, gripping my hips with his large hands and pressing me tighter against him. He moved my hips forward and back, the friction inducing an even smoother slide as he rubbed against my sensitive flesh.

“Wait.”

He stilled completely, not even allowing air to pass in and out of his lungs. “Of course. What’s wrong?”

“Do you still like this?”

“Fuck yes. I love it.” He punctuated his statement by giving my hips one last squeeze before he released them, putting both hands behind his head in a masculine show of ease and enjoyment. “I’ll behave, I promise.”

“There’s something I want to do, but I’m not sure if it’ll be too much.”

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