Page 92 of Once Smitten, Twice Shy

Slowly, torturously slow, he drags his knuckles across the hem of my panties. Back and forth. Back and forth. I try to rock my hips, chasing touch where I’m so desperate for it, I could cry.

My breath is ragged and fast. I’m aching so badly. I feel like one touch from him where I need it, and I’m going to go off like a firework.

“Please,” I beg, rocking my hips toward him.

He kisses my neck, my jaw, right behind my ear. “Be patient, Juliet.”

“I can’t. I can’t wait.”

He huffs a rough, husky laugh against my hair, then sighs. “I love how much you want it.”

“I wantyou,” I tell him, on the verge of tears, my voice thick with need. “I want you so much.”

“I want you, too, baby,” he mutters into my hair. “Easy, Jules. I’ve got you.” His teasing fingertips finally dip lower, grazing my curls, my pelvis—

I gasp as hefinallystrokes down where I’m soaked, where a pulse pounds between my legs. “Will,” I gasp again.

“You’re drenched,” he whispers, swirling around my clit, watching me shamelessly riding his hand. His touch is so light, so teasing.

“Well. I did just watch Matthew McConaughey for two hours,” I tell him unsteadily, my eyes falling shut. “Can you blame me?”

He laughs into our kiss. “That’s who this is for?”

“You know it’s not.” A shiver waves through me, the first promise of my release already building inside me. “It’s all for you.”

Will groans as I say it and reaches behind me, with a few efficient movements of his fingers undoing my bra. It falls down my arms, and Will drags it off, then tosses it aside. “Look at you,” he whispers. “Juliet, you’re absolutely perfect.”

“I’m not perfect,” I mutter.

“To me, you are.” He bends and kisses right over my heart, above the swell of my breast. His nose dips and grazes my nipple.

“Will, please,” I beg. “Please.”

“Demanding woman. I’m trying to savor you.”

“Savor me later.” I drag my hands down his chest, over his erection. “Just make me come first.”

Laughing, he hoists me up again and walks me over to the bed. I flop back onto the mattress, arms falling listlessly over my head, and smile up at him.

Will drops to his knees, grips me by the hips, and yanks me to the edge of the bed. “This okay?” he asks.

I nod frantically. “Very okay.”

Gripping my panties, he drags them down my legs, then tosses them aside, too. His hands splay up my thighs as he stares at me, gaze intense, jaw tight. “Fuck, you’re pretty.”

I blush, throwing an arm over my face. “Will.”

Gently, my arm is drawn back. Will’s looming over me, his hand gliding up my ribs, cupping my breast, thumbing my nipple. I bite my lip as he softly tugs my nipple, barely keeping my eyes from rolling back. He stares down at me. “I need you to watch, Jules. I need your eyes on me when I make you come.”

He reaches for a pillow and lifts my head, propping it behind me, so I’ll have no choice but to see him going down on me. He kisses me, his tongue licking into my mouth, his hands wandering me, teasing over every exquisitely sensitive square inch of my skin. His palm grazes up my thigh and draws it toward him, opening me wider, and then he circles my clit, taps it lightly. I arch up under his touch, whimpering into our kiss.

When he kneels back down at the edge of the bed, he cups my butt in each hand, like a man preparing to feast. His flattened tongue drags right up my center, then flicks my clit. I cry out, my hands flying to his head, sinking into his hair.

He eases a finger inside me, and I bite my lip, moan in satisfaction. My thighs tighten against his shoulders.

“So good.” I nod feverishly. “Please, don’t stop.”

He hums against my clit and eases in a second finger. White-hot pleasure incinerates me, a raging fire burning through my veins.

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