Page 61 of Playing for Possession
She cried out, and her fists curled on the dresser. “Don’t stop. Put it back.” Her voice came out ragged and gasping.
I pressed kisses on the back of her thighs and hovered the toy just above her clit. She was panting and shaking in my arms.Fuck. It almost made me feel guilty.
“Where do you want it?”
She drew a shaky breath. “Just where it was.”
“Here?” I moved it to her folds, pressing the vibrating tip just inside.
“Not there. Please don’t tease me.” Her voice broke with a gasp.
I moved it away again. “You said please again.”
“Kieran!” She banged her fist on the dresser.
Amusement went through me. This was too much fun. I kept my expression innocent. “What?”
“Put it back.”
I planted leisurely kisses from her calves to the back of her thigh. “When do you want me to put it back?”
“Now. Fuck. Now!”
She cried out the moment the bullet touched her clit again. Her body jerked forward, but I stood and dragged her hard against me with an arm around her waist. Her hand reached around and grabbed my thigh, her nails digging in through my sweatpants. My cock throbbed with the need to be inside her.
I slipped my finger gently and slowly into her tight, drenched heat, because I needed to savor every tightening wave, every deepening furrow in her brow, every escalating cry the way I’d watched the changing sky as the day broke. I whispered into her ear as she shuddered against me. “Next time you come like this, you’re going to be wrapped around my cock. I’m going to fill every inch of you.”
When she stopped crying out and trembling, she twisted in my arms and pulled me down for a passionate kiss.
“Oh my gosh,” she whispered against my lips, soft and sweet.
I pressed my forehead to hers, breathing in the mango scent of her shampoo, searching for a sign of shame or regret. She peered back at me, her eyes wide with exhilaration. No one had ever looked at me with such sincerity and trust. My heart ached with astrange mix of hopeful and exposed, like maybe I could be the kind of man worthy of that look on her face. A different kind of man. Something profound had happened between us. A shift. Not just a first for her, but something new for me, too.
My voice came out hoarse. “Was that OK?”
“Yes.” She laughed—a joyous, melodic burst. “Thank you.”
I took a moment to drink in her raw, unguarded beauty—the wholesome dusting of freckles on her nose, her hair falling in messy golden waves, her eyes sparkling with confidence. Almost impossible to imagine that this was the same woman who had quaked with fear and gripped me so tightly on the plane journey.
A quiet revelation wrapped around my heart. I wanted to freeze this moment, hold the world at bay, and keep her looking at me like this forever. I shouldn’t have been touching her, but I’d never want to erase the radiance beaming from her in this moment. If I’d had a small part to play in that then I’d never take it back. This woman was a line I wasn’t supposed to cross. So fucking what. The smile on her face was worth every second of my downfall.
I swept a strand of hair from her cheek. “Thankyou.”
“What for?”
“For trusting me.”
“Of course.”
The intensity of the moment we’d shared pulsed in the silence around us.
She cleared her throat, and pulled away from me. “I’m going to take a quick shower.”
She grabbed her sundress from the floor, pulled it over her head, and just like that, the spell was broken. She’d run out on me last time. Not again. This was new to me, but I wasn’t ready to let the bubble around us burst.
“Wait.”
She paused at the door. I searched for words to lighten the whirlwind of emotion in my chest before I did something stupid like drop to my knees and beg her to stay with me instead of taking a stupid shower.
