Page 94 of Say You Will

I place them on the nearby table and give her clit a nudge with my thigh.

She’s forgotten her desire to steal back her panties, her left hand sliding up my chest, even as I continue to restrain her right. She kisses me, a soft press of lips that, when I open in welcome, becomes a slick meeting of tongues. When I release her arm, it’s only so I can slide my hands up to cup her lovely face. She squirms against me with a moan of frustration. I turn us once more, and the door rattles on its hinges as I press her against it and slide my thigh more firmly between hers, giving her the friction we both need.

Her pussy is hot and damp against me. I groan as she yanks my shirt from my pants. This feeling is beyond the desire for sex. It’s unadulterated need. I spare one last thought to remind myself that this location is secure, then let Franki fill every one of my senses. I trail hot, sucking kisses along her neck, her skin salty on my tongue, a result of clean sweat from her earlier fear.

Wanting to fuck is a well-known reaction to a near miss like the one we faced. It’s one of the ways people remind themselves that they’re still here, and it provides a physical release for the adrenaline thrumming in their veins.

I’ve never responded to danger like this before in my life. Never even considered it. Now, I’m not certain I’d survive this life without her to come home to.

She thinks I wasn’t affected because I kept my cool. She’s wrong. If I’d been alone, my nonchalance would have been real, but someone put her in the crossfire, and I’d had to clamp down hard on the fear and rage that threatened to turn me intosomeone who would terrify her as much as the person shooting at us did.

Now, we’re here, and Ineedto feel her skin against mine. I crave her taste in my mouth. The scent of her filling my lungs. I want to fill her up and drown myself in Franki. It’s more than arousal. It’s a feral demand for satisfaction.

I force myself to unbutton her blouse and divest Franki of her remaining clothing gently, rather than tear the fabric off her. She wasn’t wearing a bra. That’s why I could see her nipples so clearly. I swallow hard and skim my thumb over one turgid nipple. “You’re going to give me a heart attack.”

Pulling her into my body, I open the door behind her and back her through it. It’s four steps until we reach the bed, then I lower her to the soft, duvet-covered down comforter. She falls into it, and it lofts around her like a cloud. She’s a work of art, lying there in navy blue panties and thick cotton socks.

She uses her arms to cover her breasts and her stomach. “Are you going to stand there and stare or take your clothes off too?”

She has no idea the effort it takes for me not to pounce on her. I’m practicing self-restraint for both our sakes, but I forgot she’s sometimes insecure about her body. To me, she’s the most perfect woman in existence. I’ll convince her of that, someday. “Let me look, love. The sight of you is a privilege I’ll never deserve. But I’m asking for it, anyway.”

She swallows hard and drops her arms.

“You are so damn beautiful.”

Her gaze follows me as I remove every piece of clothing from my body. Then I join her, my knees digging into the mattress, my hands tracing the shape of her. I run a knuckle over the seam of her sex, right on top of the blue fabric that hides her pretty pussy from my searching gaze.

I lift my head. “Your panties are wet. That can’t be comfortable. I’ll make you a trade. You can have the other ones back if you give me these.”

The flash of humor in her eyes is so obvious to me. I might love to be a “pain in the ass,” but she’s more than happy to play along.

“Henry McRae, you’re a pervert.”

“Apparently, I am. I had no idea.” Moving up beside her, I slide her panties down her thighs, kissing her long and slow before I work my way down. I’m deliberately gentlebecause I don’t want to be, exploring her body with fingers and lips and tongue. Then I’m at the apex of her thighs, kissing, tasting, watching, always watching, her every reaction. Adjusting to drive her up further until she crests a wave of bliss and shakes under me, her thighs clamping tight around my ears.

I recognize her signals, now, and back off before she pushes me away. Then she’s got her hands and mouth on me. My cock leaks pre-cum, and I groan in pleasure. She rolls us both so that she’s on top, and I slide against her clit. The urge to pull her down onto me clouds my every thought. There’s supposed to be something I’m worried about. Something I should think of.

When I do, my gaze jerks to hers. “I have to find a condom.”

“I’m on the pill to help with my periods, but it means we could skip the condoms. If you wanted to.”

I frown. “You mean you’re okay if we—”

“Yes.” She nods eagerly.

“Do it. Take me inside.”

Franki slides down on my cock, enveloping me in her snug, wet heat. I blow out a slow breath through my mouth, caught unaware once more. This is different. Blissful. Even harder to maintain control. I feeleverything.

She rocks against me, and I slide my right hand up to circle her throat, fingers stroking her pulse gently. “That’s it. Look how well you take me.”

She works herself on my cock, and I push my thumb between her lips. “Get me wet for you.”

She swirls her tongue over me, then I’m giving her clit the attention it deserves.

“Eyes on me, love.”

Her lids lift. Her brows furrow, her bottom lip twists, and white teeth clamp down on the side. Her dark amber eyes look back at me with something infinitely more tender than sexual need alone.

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