Page 50 of Needing You

“Nothing is too much.”

I wordlessly lifted my brows.

“I’m serious, Kate. Do whatever the hell you want. I’ve never been more turned on in my life.”

I smiled a little at that, then slid the cool fabric of his tie off my shoulders, grazing it gently over the hot skin of his chest and stomach. “What if I were to tie your hands? I have to admit I don’t know how—”

“Do it.” The hunger in his eyes was so fierce it was almost like he’d actually bitten me. But not in a bad way. In a way that once again made me feel powerful and alive. He started to take the tie, then stopped himself. “I can tell you how to do it.”

“Okay. But first…” I reached for the condom I’d stashed in the nightstand drawer, then slid it onto him with devastatingly slow movements.

“Good call,” he said through his teeth. His arms were bent at the elbow as he reclined on the bed, his hands shaking like he was trying with all his might not to touch me.

As enticing as the tie idea was, I didn’t have the patience for more experimentation. It would have to wait. I leaned over him and looked right into his eyes. “Will?”

“Yes?”

“I need your hands on me.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. In a flash, it seemed like those massive, skilled hands were everywhere all at once. He filled his palms with my breasts. He pinched my nipples until I cried out in a mixture of pain and delight. He reached around to cup my ass and resumed that slide of my hips over his shaft.

“Mouth too?” he asked as he started to lift his face toward my chest.

“Mouth too.”

He moved in, taking one breast in his mouth while his hand ravaged the other, then kissed his way up my chest to my neck. His kisses left a line of sparks along my jaw before his lips found mine in a hungry exploration that had me struggling not to come undone thanks to the pressure of his hardness against my center.

I broke free from the kiss, panting and grabbing the sides of his face with a new sense of urgency. “Am I allowed to change my mind about tying you up?”

His responding chuckle was as ragged as his breathing. “Of course you are. Your show, remember?”

“Good. I want your hands on me while I do this.”

Without another word, I reached between us and grabbed his shaft, raising up on my knees as I brought the head to my entrance. Then, in one swift move, I slid down so he filled me, stretching me in ways I hadn’t ever been stretched.

Holy shit.

I’d thought I knew what he felt like when he was inside of me, but no. The Will of today was a completely different—and yeah,bigger—version of the one I’d known before, and I gasped as more pleasurable pain sang through my veins. And thank god he did as I’d asked and moved his hands over my breasts and hips and stomach, leaving burning embers in each place as he moved to the next.

All sense of deliberate and purposeful control was lost as I adjusted to the feel of him nestled deeply within me, and I slammed my hands against his chest, pushing until he was flat on his back.

And then I rode him. Not even trying to be quiet about it, I pumped up and down, back and forth, completely lost in the ecstasy of controlling the fervent pace as he slid in and out of me. Our bodies slammed together with a satisfying sound of need and lust, and it was so good it was almost blinding.

No, not almost. Because as my orgasm ripped through me with the force of a freight train, I was pretty sure I did go blind—even if only for a moment. And then as I came down the other side of the shuddering quakes that wreaked havoc on my very soul, he was all I could see.

My entire world was focused on Will Walker. The man I’d loved for what felt like my entire life, and I couldn’t believe I’d get to do so without it being a long-buried and painful secret.

“I need you to come for me, Will,” I rasped, taking one of his cheeks in my hand and rubbing my thumb against the short beard that had felt so damn hot when it grazed the soft skin of my breast and neck. “Will you come for me now?”

His face contorted in what looked almost like pain as he thrust up into me a few thunderous times, his firm grip on my hips feeling like a vise I had no desire to break free from. Then he let out a roar as he found his release, and I watched him in awe until he relaxed his hands.

Leaning forward, I snuggled against his chest, my breasts pressed between us as I hugged him. “Thank you.”

His chest rumbled with laughter beneath my ear. “Thank you?”

“Yeah. Thank you. Thank you for letting me have my way with you, and thank you for showing me another side of myself… and ofus.”

He trailed his fingers over my back in a soothing path, then kissed the top of my head. “You’re welcome. And thankyouin advance.”

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