Lily

Will didn’t have to be told twice. Even faster than he did it earlier, he swept me right off my feet and into his arms. He took the few steps to my bed and deposited me on top of my green floral comforter.

“I know this is something people usually work up to, but there’s something I have to do,” he said as he stared down at me intently.

Oh, boy. Was I ready for whatever Will Canter wanted to do to me?

Every nerve cell in my body, along with some of my more private girly bits, jumped up and answered with a resounding yes.

“Okay,” was the only word I managed to get out and I could feel my eyes grow wide as soon as it left my mouth.

Will gave me a wicked grin. Then he abruptly stuck his hands up under my dress. I gasped. Not exactly what I’d been expecting.

He hooked his fingers over the top of my stockings and made fast work of pulling them down my legs and tossing them aside. “Not that you didn’t look totally hot in these tonight. But I have a feeling fishnet isn’t my t-shirt and jeans girl’s favorite thing.”

At his words, something inside me softened, melted, eased. Something I didn’t even realize was there before his simple words turned it into a puddle. “They’re definitely not my favorite wardrobe item.”

He eased his body down beside me on the bed and kissed me—slow and soft and sweet. My eyes drifted closed and my arms crept around his neck.

He pulled back and his fingers toyed with the strap of my dress. “How about this? Is this a favorite?”

I shook my head and he slid the strap off my shoulder before he leaned down and kissed the skin he bared. He did the same thing on the other side, leaning across me so I could feel the weight of his body pushing me into the mattress.

His mouth returned to mine and I relished the feel of him pressing me down, his chest against my breasts, his lips and tongue nipping and licking and tasting me. Nothing I’d done with any other man—not one thing—compared to how it felt to kiss Will Canter. If we didn’t go even one step further, this would still rate as the best sexual experience of my life.

I moaned into his mouth and he wrapped a hand in my hair, holding my mouth to his. And I knew I definitely didn’t want to stop this at kissing.

As if he heard my thought, Will moved to frame my face in his hands and pulled his mouth away to stare down at me. He studied me for several moments. “You’re so beautiful.”

I searched his eyes for any signs he was lying or feeding me a line. But all I saw was warmth and desire. All of that for me.

I traced a finger along his jaw and over his lips. “You, too.”

His smile burrowed its way down deep into me. If after all was said and done, he rolled away, got dressed, and left, I’d still hold that smile of his in my heart.

“This is crazy,” I whispered.

“As crazy as a shot to the chest or a poleax to the gut,” he whispered back.

I giggled. “What?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. Something I thought was a bunch of nonsense until the second I laid eyes on you.”

He didn’t take time to explain that baffling statement before he leaned in and kissed me again. His hands slid behind my back and found the zipper to my dress. I pushed my chest into his to give his hands room to work, and in seconds he was slipping the zipper down and then the dress followed, sliding down my body and tossed into a pile with my stockings.

His eyes came to mine, and for the first time in my life, I had an attack of shyness. With my shoes, dress and stockings gone, I laid beneath him wearing nothing but a pair of lacy, black panties. I’d always liked my curves. But Will had spent time with women who way outclassed me—supermodels and actresses and wealthy women who spared no expense in caring for their bodies.

For the first time in my life, I was anxious about measuring up.

I needn’t have worried. His gaze traveled from my eyes and slowly down, over my breasts, my belly, my hips and back up again. When his eyes returned to mine, they burned. I knew before he spoke exactly how he felt about my body.

“You’re gorgeous, sweetheart.” His voice was low and hoarse, exposing his need for me. “Like you were made for me.”

I lifted up and kissed him at the same time moving my hands to his shirt. I’d like to say I removed his shirt as seamlessly as he removed my dress. But my hands shook and I fumbled with the buttons.

In the end, though, I got the job done. Pushing his shirt off his shoulders felt like unwrapping the best Christmas present I’d ever been given. And allowing my hands to travel over his hard chest and his rippling abs felt like heaven.

He groaned as I ran my hands to the waistband of his jeans. “You need to take these off.”

He caught my bottom lip between his teeth and then kissed me hard and fast before he jumped up to do my bidding. In seconds, he’d stripped out of his shoes, belt and jeans and stood in front of me in only a pair of dark gray boxer briefs.

Holy mother. His body looked like an artist sculpted it. What I’d imagined was not even close to the reality.

“Next time you take your clothes off for me, I think you should do it a lot slower,” I said, imagining him teasing me as he revealed each inch of skin and ridge of muscle.

The moment I said the words I realized what that sounded like. Shit, shit, shit. Was he going to freak out because I made it sound like we’d be doing this more than once?

But before I had the chance to have a full-blown anxiety attack, Will was on the bed, his body covering mine. “You got it, sweetheart.”

Guess he wasn’t too worried about my plans for his future striptease.

His mouth went to my neck, sinking his teeth into the tender spot where my shoulder met my neck. I gasped and arched my head back, giving him better access, as all thoughts fled.

I moved my hands to his shoulders and reveled in the feel of his warm, smooth skin and hard muscles. He eased his way down until his mouth came to my breast. He didn’t hesitate before he sucked one of my nipples into his hot, wet mouth, and I almost came off the bed at the sensation.

He gave the small nub his full attention and then did the same to the other one. I slid my hands underneath my breasts and offered them to him, writhing against the sheets as he teased me.

“I want to taste you, sweetheart.” His words slid through me like a knife through butter.

“Thought you were doing that already.”

“Not here.” He nipped the tip of my breast and then slid down the bed until his face was level with my panties. “Here.”

He nuzzled between my legs and I spread them to give him more room. He pressed a kiss on the gusset, and then hooked his fingers in the elastic.

“May I?”

Like he had to ask. I was so wound up at the thought of his mouth on me, all I could do was nod.

He grinned and slid my panties off my legs. As soon as they cleared my feet, he added them to the pile of clothes on my floor. Then he rested a knee in the bed between my legs and just looked his fill.

I did my best not to squirm under his gaze. His eyes came to mine and the wicked look he gave me stole my breath. “Such a pretty pussy my girl has.”

I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth as wetness pooled between my legs. I didn’t know what made me hotter—his intense stare or the way he called me his girl.

“Will.” I barely recognized my own voice.

“I’ve got you, baby.” And he was as good as his word. His fingers gripped my ankles, and as he moved up the bed, he pushed my knees up and spread my legs apart.

I couldn’t keep still. Before he finished lowering his mouth to my center, I arched up off the bed. I couldn’t wait to have his lips, tongue and teeth on me.

There was no slow building, no gentle tease. Will dipped his tongue as deep inside me as he could go, groaning as he tasted me. After the first stroke of his tongue, he hooked his arms around my thighs, pinning me where he wanted me.

He trailed the tip of his tongue up until he found the nub nestled in my folds. He gently sucked it into his mouth and without him anchoring me down, I would have come off the bed.

He used his tongue to bring me to the brink of the ultimate pleasure and then pulled back and let it recede.

“No, don’t stop!” I moaned in protest.

He chuckled and the vibration shook through me, putting me further on edge. “Patience, sweet girl.”

He pushed back in and brought me to the brink once more, and once more pulled away.

My toes curled into the bed. “Will!”

He didn’t hesitate. He went to work one last time, using his tongue to build the bliss higher and higher until my orgasm broke over me like a wave. I rode it out, bowing my body until the last swell washed through me.

I dropped back to the mattress and found Will looking up at me from his spot between my legs. I reached for him, wanting nothing more than to drag him up to me and kiss my taste from his lips.

Will had other ideas. He pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss against the point of my hip, another on my belly. Then he kneeled up and pushed my knees together, pulling them both to the side.

I followed his lead, allowing him to turn me onto my belly. He hooked his arm around my waist and pulled up my hips so I was on my knees in front of him, my head in the pillow.

After coming so hard, I wouldn’t have thought I had much left in me. But as his hand stroked over my back and his lips left feather-light kisses over the swell of my buttocks, the desire stirred right back to life.

Will dipped his fingers to my pussy and stroked one inside me, plunging deep and pulling it out again. I whimpered into the pillow and pressed my ass back into his hand.

“Hold on, baby. I’ll be right back.”

I moaned in protest as he slid his finger out of me, and kissed my upturned hip again.

“Don’t move.”

I shifted my head on the pillow so I could track him with my eyes. He stalked to where he’d dropped his jeans and fished his wallet out of the pocket. As he pulled out a foil-wrapped condom, my eyes dropped closed.

Hell. Since the moment Will carried me to my bed, the thought of protection or birth control hadn’t crossed my mind once. Never have I forgotten about it before. Not that my experience was all that extensive, but I had always been a “no glove, no love” kind of girl.

Until tonight.

I opened my eyes as the bed dipped under Will’s weight.

“Thank you,” I whispered, holding the position he’d put me in.

His hands skimmed over my back. “Should have talked about it before now. Wasn’t thinking clearly.”

I arched into his caresses like a kitten. I wouldn’t be surprised if I started purring at this point. Amazing how the serious turn of our discussion didn’t for one minute diminish the heat between us.

“I wasn’t thinking at all.” I felt him mold himself to my ass and moaned as the hard length of him pressed against my center.

Will leaned over my back and kissed my shoulder. “I’m taking care of you, baby. I’ve got you.”

My heart clenched at his words and at the same time he pressed the tip of his cock at my entrance and drove himself inside me to the hilt in one thrust. I pressed my palms against the bed and then clenched my hands, fisting the sheets. I pushed back into him, the sensations, coupled with his words almost making me come on the spot.

One of his hands came down between my shoulder blades, pressing me deeper into the mattress as he started to move.

“Oh, God.” The words were yanked from somewhere deep inside me. I used to think this position felt impersonal, a way to keep emotions from getting out of hand, but with Will it was different.

The way he used his hands to caress every part of me and leaned over my back as his cock pounded in and out me felt more intimate than anything I’d ever experienced. The connection between us was primal, and being in front of him on my hands and knees felt right. Perfect. And anything but emotionally detached.

Will slid a hand beneath me and his fingers unerringly found my clit and the spot where we were connected. Having his hands on me, his cock inside me, his body surrounding me, he engaged every single one of my senses.

“Your pussy feels so good on my cock, baby.” His voice was a growl, one more sensation to add to all the rest. “I want you to come for me.”

I reared back and met him thrust for thrust as he drove us closer and closer to the edge. He leaned in closer and I could hear his gravelly whisper right by my ear. “Come for me, sweet girl.”

At his words, my world exploded. White-hot pleasure shot through me and my ass slammed back into him. His hands shifted to grip my hips as his movements sped up. My orgasm went on and on, as shockwave after shockwave surged through my body.

As he wrung every last bit of pleasure from me, his hips sped up, his movements becoming more erratic. He thrust into me once, twice and then again before he released inside of me, collapsing onto my back with a deep, guttural moan that made me tremble with a last wave of aftershocks.

I fell flat on the mattress, Will coming down with me. I relished his weight, the slick feel of his skin moving over mine, his harsh pants at my ear.

His lips found the sensitive spot below my ear and I shivered, a soft smile curving my lips. I felt boneless, replete…happy.

A surge of fear went through me at that thought.

“You okay?” Will must have felt me tense beneath him.

“Okay might be putting it mildly,” I rasped.

He kissed that spot again and I could feel his smile. “As much as I hate to move, I need to get rid of this condom.”

A tiny bit of ice formed in my veins, joining the flash of fear flowing through me. “Okay.”

He leaned all the way over me to kiss the corner of my mouth before he rolled away and off the bed. I laid there frozen, afraid to move. If what happened next was what I expected—namely Will coming back and gathering his clothes, getting dressed and heading out to find his car and driver—holding myself perfectly still might be the only way I’d be able to keep myself from flying to pieces.

Damn it. I strained to listen and my eyes popped open wide as the toilet flushed and water ran in the bathroom sink. The bathroom door slid open, and I waited with dread for what came next.