Page 176 of Push

“Oh, yes.” I planted quick, playful kisses over his chest. “Very much.” A soft smile tugged at my lips as his breath grew more ragged the lower my kisses trailed.

I edged along the bed, inching his pajamas lower…lower…until my fingers slid down his bare thighs. My pulse almost galloped now. Could Toby hear it? Was that why he tangled his hand in my hair, steadying me, his eyes locking onto mine? Was he urging me to slow down…or…?

I lifted my gaze to ask him a silent question. Almost scowling, he nodded. He wanted this.Me.

Slowly, my hand wrapped around his cock, and I dipped my head to tease him with long, slow licks, my tongue swirling almost lazily over the top, the taste of him delicious on my tongue.

“I want more than that, Gwen.”

I glanced up at the intense gaze staring back at me. “Oh?” One more flick licked over the tip. “Like this?” My eyes fluttering shut, I closed my lips around the head of his cock, sinking down…down…until I’d taken as much of him as I could.

His demand didn’t need repeating. His low moans in time with the steady pull of my mouth answered me. I was addicted to the way his body tensed under my touch. I craved hearing more of the pleasure he fought to keep quiet.

But why should he have all the fun?

I slipped a hand between my legs, pressing into the ache beneath my knickers. I circled my clit with slow, teasing strokes, wetness seeping through the cotton. Toby would do it better. His tongue would drive me wild.Or this cock…A muffled moan vibrated in my throat as I took him deeper.

Toby’s fingers lightly traced my jaw. “Gwen.” My eyes reluctantly flickered open from my fantasy to see his gaze sharpened between my legs. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Feeling good.”

“Stop,” he ground out. “Take off your shirt.”

Reluctantly, I let him slip from my mouth, and biting my lip, shifted up to sit. He stripped my shirt over my head and tossed it into the mess of sheets kicked at our feet. The shy arms covering my bare skin were nudged out of the way, and my courage was rewarded with a long sigh of appreciation.

“Oh, Gwen… Look at you…Beautiful…” My skin prickled with goosebumps that he chased away with more kisses and sweet words. “You hid all this from me? How’d you get even prettier when I wasn’t looking?”

My breath was stuck in my lungs.Does he really think I look…okay?

Toby’s fingertips glided over my skin like he needed to feel every inch of me. I’d worried for so long for no reason. A groan rumbled from his chest as his hand slid over my breast to the curve of my hip, ending in a rough squeeze. His mouth parted as if he meant to speak, but no words came. Instead, he playfully wrestled me onto my back in the mountain of pillows. My knickers were yanked down my legs and thrown into the air.

“Toby! You didn’t come—”

“Not yet.” The firm grip of his hand settled on my ass, his mouth heading straight for my breasts. “I’m going to ravish you now. Uh…” A sheepish smile lifted after his tongue circled my nipple. “If that’s acceptable to you, my lady?”

“Oh, yes. That sounds very nice indeed.”

“Nice?” His hands forced my thighs apart, and his heavy weight settled on top of me. “You think I’mnice?” He taunted me by slipping the thick head of his cock along my wetness.

God, I loved it when he was like this, but nerves thrummed in my chest. “I-it’s been a-awhile… Sir Knight.” My fingernails dug too deep into his shoulders.

Toby pressed a soft kiss against my temple. “Yes…” His breath came in pants on my cheek. “It’s been too long, my sweet lady.” He nudged himself inside me but paused when I gasped for a breath. “But we’ll go slow.” His lips found mine, and he kissed me, sensual and unhurried, distracting me from my racing heart as I struggled to take him. “So slow.”

Nodding, I squeezed my eyes shut, the trickle of a tear cold on my cheek. He wasn’t hurting me. This moment was perfect. I’d missed him—like this—so much more than I’d realized. We’d wasted so much time.

Toby kissed the tear away. “You’re solovely, Gwen.” His hips moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm as he pinned my hands above my head and trailed soft kisses down the tender skin of my arms. “Let me serve you now.”

His big hands kept me pinned against the crisp hotel sheets, trapped beneath his weight, and I bounced helplessly as his hips drove relentlessly against me, the bed bumping into the wall, our moans drowning out the sound. My thighs burned from the unfamiliar stretch, but I begged for more. I was at his mercy—and he got off on it.

“You love me?” he demanded, his voice low and urgent.

“Y-yes.”

His voice growled lower. “Say it.”

I refused. This was his favorite part of the game. His chest rumbled with frustration, hands squeezing tighter around my wrists, hips thrusting faster.So good.I fought back a moan, but it was useless. The room echoed with them on every rough jolt.

“Say it, Gwen.”

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