Page 71 of Heart of Iron
There was a light touch against her cheek.“Hope he does.”The sound of it was close to her ear.
Realization came slowly.His lips, brushing against her brow.Lena stilled.Her heart started to race.“Will?”She lifted her head.
His expression was dark, considering.He stroked her face with his hand, cupping her chin.His mouth was dangerously close to hers.“God help me.”
Then he leaned forward and kissed her.
His lips were warm and hesitant.Lena sucked in a sharp breath, her heart pounding in her ears.The skin on her cheeks was tight and dry from her tears, but she didn’t care.She lay still and quiescent, not daring to breathe for fear that this dream would all go away.
As if sensing her hesitation, he drew back.
“No,” she whispered and grabbed a handful of his hair.“Don’t you dare.”
Fear of losing him broke the barriers of the dam.Her lips found his in the shadows.She pressed herself wantonly against his body, sinking her fingers into his hair.
He gasped as her tongue darted out and caressed his.His hands cupped her bottom, his body coming over hers and grinding her against him.Every hard inch of him was pressed intimately against her.Heat spilled through her, enveloped her.She rolled her hips instinctively, drawing another gasp from him.
Sweetheavens, this is bliss.She wanted more.She wanted him to capture her mouth, take her, right there and then.But his hesitancy lingered in the gentle nips he took at her lips.
If he drew away again…it would kill her.Lena slid her arms around his damp shoulders, her tongue sliding into his mouth.His back arched, enough to press his hips against hers and still kiss her, with the disparity in height.Lena gasped, drinking at his mouth greedily, her hands hungry across the smooth skin of his back.
Will caught her wrists and pressed her flat, tearing his mouth from hers.“No,” he gasped.
Lena strained against his grip.“I’m tired of hearing that.Damn it, Will, you know I don’t care you’re verwulfen.I proved that!”
He shoved away, rearing up on his knees.“That ain’t the only problem.”
“You don’t want me?”She ran her hands over her breasts, feeling the turgid peaks of her nipples through the thin lawn nightgown.“We both know that’s a lie.”
Will’s face darkened and he rolled toward the edge of the bed.Realizing his intention, she wrapped her legs around his hips and rolled with him.Somehow she ended up straddling his hips.When Will looked at her in surprise, she seized the advantage and pushed him flat onto his back.
No force on earth could make him stay if he didn’t want to with his strength.She pinned his wrists in a desperate maneuver and then realized that he made no attempt to leave.His gaze was fixed on her chest.Or the missing button that had somehow come off in the struggle, she presumed.
Sliding her hands down over the sculpted muscle of his arms, she sat up, resting them on his chest.His belt buckle dug into the tender flesh of her thigh and she shifted, riding over the hard bulge of his breeches.She knew enough to understand what that meant.
Both of them stilled.
“I could hurt you.”
Leaning down, she brushed her mouth against his.Just lightly.Teasingly.“I don’t think you would,” she breathed.Licking his lip and then suckling it into her mouth, something coppery burning on her tongue.Blood.His blood.The split in his lip.
His fingers sank into the soft flesh of her thighs and he sucked in a sharp breath.The strain of his erection brushed against her and she stilled, a flare of heat pulsing through her.How delicious a sensation.With a little shiver, she rolled her hips again, rubbing against him.
Will’s eyes glazed.“You don’t understand.”He sucked in a sharp breath, the hiss of it rasping between his teeth.“Can’t think.When you do that.Damn it.”His hand urged her against him.“Stop it, Lena.”
Lena threw her head back, riding over him again.“Why would I want to do that?”She gasped herself, wetness smothering her drawers.It felt so good.So right.And it was driving him wild.
He bared his teeth at her.The whites of his eyes were showing.“I’ll hurt you.Ican’t.”His hands, however, told another story.They fisted in the hem of her nightgown, strain tautening the knuckles.“Damn it.”
Lena ground against him again.She was wet through, the sensation tearing another gasp from her lips.
The sound of ripping silk opened her eyes.The chill of the room penetrated and she looked down as he tore her nightgown up the center.
“Will!”
He leaned up, biting at her lips, tugging at her arms.This time there was no hesitation as he claimed her mouth roughly, jerking her hips against him.The nightgown hung from her shoulders, trapping her arms against her side.She wanted to touch him, to run her hands over the smooth skin of his biceps, but she couldn’t.
Her breasts were bare, the hair on his chest rubbing against the sensitive tips.Sensation exploded through her and she lost time and any sense of propriety.Her careful, practiced kisses gave way to mindless hunger, driving her tongue against his, her body pressed hard to his own.Groaning, she shrugged the nightgown off her arms and then slid them around his neck.
