Page 111 of Heart of Iron
“Now,” she demanded.
This time it was his turn to laugh.Caging her in his arms, he crushed her against his chest, his mouth possessing hers.Long, slow, hot kisses.Enough to drive her crazy.She wriggled, wanting more, desperately drinking at his mouth.
“I…” He tumbled her onto her back, his hard body driving her back into the mattress as he pinned her.“Ain’t gonna rush this.”
“Who said you had a choice?”
Another smile.His special smile.The one that melted her deep inside.“I’m still stronger than you.”
Lena stroked her fingers down his abdomen.“And bigger.”Definitely bigger.She shivered.Splayed her hands over his chest.“I always wanted to do this.”
“Do what?”
“This.”She dragged her nails down his stomach, tugging at the waistband of his trousers.“When I was younger, after I first moved into the warren.I wanted to touch you.To taste you.I dreamed of you,” she admitted, heat flushing her cheeks.
Will met her eyes, his own sober.“I couldn’t.”
“I know.”She shrugged as if it didn’t matter.
“I wanted to.”Another devastating smile.“Damn it, Lena, you don’t know how much I wanted to.You drove me crazy.I ain’t never felt such a thing for a woman before and you were too young… Too… I thought it were only a game for you.I had to leave.”
“It wasn’t.Not truly.”She smiled, latching onto the few words that interested her.“You’ve never wanted a woman before?”
“Only you.”
A warm glow lit her from within.She tugged at his waistband, sliding her finger behind the button.It popped open and Will’s eyes narrowed.
“I’ve had enough wanting.Enough waiting,” she said.
“You’re impatient.”
But he ran the backs of his fingers over the curve of her breast, watching the movement with a rapt fascination.Lena felt that touch in other places.She shivered, writhing beneath him.
“Touch me,” she whispered.
“I am.”
Wide, slow circles around her breast, drawing ever nearer to her nipple.She arched under his touch, like a cat.
“You’re not.You’re teasing me.”
“Mmm.”Warm humor filled his eyes.“I think I know somewhat how that feels.”
The devil.She bit her lip and reached for him, but he reared away.
“No.Put your hands on the bed head.”
“I don’t want to.I want to touch you.”
He caught her wrist, forced her fingers around the iron bed head.“I weren’t askin’.”Taking the other hand, he repeated the motion.“Don’t make me tie you down.”
Tie her down?The thought sent a shiver of need straight through her.She considered the demand, then relaxed her hands around the iron.“Very well.Just don’t take too long.”
Will lowered his head, his lips skimming across her collarbone.A soft laugh whispered over her skin.“You’re not in the position to be making demands.”
“I’m—”
His mouth closed over her nipple, the heat of it scalding her.Her mouth dropped open.“Oh.”
