Page 9 of Tis The Season for Secrets
“This is just a one-night thing,” she clarified as they stepped out of the elevator, not wanting him to think she expected more.
“One might not be enough, but if that’s your wish, my night is yours.” It didn’t take them long to reach his suite; outside the door, he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Before we go any further, I want you to know that we can stop at any time. I’ll take the couch, and even give you first dibs on the shower in the morning. You can change your mind at any point, and I’ll happily make sure you get home safe,” he promised, his gaze drifting from her eyes to her lips.
“I should be the one giving you the choice. I practically threw myself at you in the elevator.” Juliet blushed again, her lips already feeling puffy from his kisses.
“I was an idiot for letting you walk away in the first place,” he said, brushing his lips against hers. A taste of what was to come.
He opened the door. She stepped inside, turning on the light by the couch in the centre of the suite and hyperaware of his presence at her back. He slipped his arm around her waist, and butterflies swirled under his touch.
“Sit down,” she rasped, regretting his absence as he did as he was told.
Reaching for the zip at the back of her dress, she hesitated, but his unashamed gaze reminded her of what he’d said: it was her night to do whatever she wanted. No space for embarrassment, shame, or overthinking about her imperfections. Standing between his legs, she unzipped her dress and let it fall down her body until she was completely exposed to him.
“I could spend the rest of my life watching you do just that.” He reached for her, but she rested her hand on his chest and pushed him back gently so that he settled on the cushions.
“I’ve got some other things in mind.” She smiled wickedly as she sank to her knees between his strong legs. He caressed her cheek as she undid his belt and unzipped his trousers. He was already hard, and the size of him startled her for just a moment before lust pooled in her belly and her fear turned to need.
Will groaned as she mercilessly tasted every inch of him. She smiled, proud of herself for bringing him so close to the edge, but she wasn’t done with him yet. His hand dropped from her hair as she stood, and he watched hungrily as she removed her heels and walked to the edge of the bed.
Getting up, he stood over her, his thumb brushing her rosy lips. “This mouth, these lips, could kill a man.”
She gasped in surprise as he lifted her and then stepped backwards so she ended up straddling him on the bed. She pulled the shirt from his shoulders, her tongue trailing over the tattoo that snaked over his shoulder and down his arm. Who the hell was this man? Actually, she didn’t care, too lost in the sensation of his hand on her waist. He tangled his hand into her hair, forcing her to look at him.
His kiss felt like punishment for her teasing as he palmed her breast. Her nipples hardened into sensitive peaks. Taking one in his mouth, he sucked relentlessly as she felt herself dripping down her thighs. The ache at her core begged for him.
“You’re so wet,” he breathed against her ear. She shivered as his fingers teased her clit.
“I’ve been ready for you since the lift,” she said breathlessly as he slipped his finger inside her. Desperate for release, she groaned when he took his hand away. His chuckle as she glared at him made her stomach clench.
Will stripped off his trousers and removed a condom from his wallet. A giggle escaped her, but his fierce gaze told her he was serious. He pinned her wrists above her head, nipping her neck as she wrapped her legs around his waist, desperately trying to pull him closer.
“Keep looking at me like that, and I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.” He ripped the condom free from the foil and slipped it over his length, and she licked her lips, remembering how he tasted.
“I thought I was meant to be in control,” she protested, feeling his impressive length press against her centre.
“I don’t think I can take much more. Let me take it from here?” His kisses grew gentle, which was all the more cruel as her heightened senses amplified every light touch.
She nodded breathlessly.
“Trust me?” he asked – no, demanded, eyes piercing her. She didn’t know how or why, but she did.
“Yes,” she rasped. “My body is yours.” The words escaped her before she could stop them, but he only smiled wickedly.
“That mouth.” He pulled at her lower lip and claimed it once again before easing inside her.
The care he took almost made her tearful; no man had worshipped her body this way. She was afraid he would ruin her for anyone else. Grinding her hips against him, desperate to relieve the pressure building between her legs, she took him deeper. A growl escaped him that nearly shattered her.
“That’s it, take all of me,” he praised as he stretched her to her limit. He rolled his hips, getting her used to his size. She arched her back, half afraid she would die from the sheer ecstasy of the sensation of him buried inside her. He eased out of her agonisingly slowly, and she dragged her nails down his back, begging him to reclaim his place.
“You’re so tight, I want to feel you come,” he panted, circled her clit, bringing her dangerously close to the edge. “I bet you sound so beautiful when you come.”
She moaned as his hips drove into hers, driving her higher towards ecstasy.
“Come for me,” he demanded, and unable to control herself, she splintered around him, her vision hazy as she lost herself to his caress.
She moaned as he eased himself from her, then realised something. “You didn’t?” she asked with a frown, wondering if she had done something wrong.
He looked up at her with a devilish grin, trailing his tongue down her body before nipping her inner thigh. “Let’s clean you up.”
