Page 84 of The Charmer's Gambit
So deep.
So right.
So perfect.
My fingers tightened their hold on the bed as I arched back into him, needing more. But he already knew. One hand went to the top of my sex to thrum my swollen nub, while the other slidup to palm my heavy breasts. His pace was relentless and filled with purpose, and his fingers stroked me reverently.
“Every. Night.” He punctuated the words with his cock, sending jolts of pleasure to that place deep within me.
“Yes,” I whispered in response to both his actions and his words, and to the question he asked earlier. “Fuck, yes.”
He flipped me around and onto the bed so fast that my head spun, and then he was there, deep inside me again and kissing the life out of me.Sealing the deal, I realized. And I sealed it right back. I wrapped my legs around his waist and urged him to move faster, harder, and he obliged in kind.
“That’s it, gorgeous,” he praised as my orgasm neared. The man knew my body better than I did, and when he pressed his hand to that sensitive part of me once more, I exploded around him. It hit me so hard and fast that I couldn’t breathe. And then his name crossed my lips in a prayer, over and over and over again. His pacing increased, riding me through my ecstasy and sending himself over the edge to join me.
“Rachel . . .” My name sounded almost like a growl, and it was sexy as sin and matched the moment perfectly. Our embrace was quick and dirty, it was everything we both needed, and it was only the beginning. Because Will owned me now, and I owned him. Nothing, and no one, would ever come between that.
I hugged him tight, unwilling to let him roll off of me. I needed him to know, to understand, what this meant to me. “I love you, Will.”
He went to his elbows to stare down at me. “I love you too, Rachel.” He brushed the hair from my face and smiled. “So you’ll come work for me?”
“Through Baker Brown,” I added. “Yes.”
“In Charlotte.”
Not a question, but I answered anyway. “Yes.”
“And you’ll live here, with me.” Also a statement, and said in that domineering way of his.
“Only if you promise to take me to bed every night, even when we’re fighting.”
“Definitely when we’re fighting,” he corrected. “How else will I shut you up?”
I smacked his arm. “Not off to a good start, Mershano.”
“Is this considered a fight, then?” he teased. “Because I have something hard for your mouth, if you need it.” He flexed his hard length inside me with his words.
I laughed. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Why, yes, you called me that once before at La Rosas. Glad to see things haven’t changed.”
“Oh, Will, I think we both know everything has changed.”
“Has it?” He nuzzled my neck. “Hmm, I’ll bear that in mind, then, for the future, Dawson.”
“Meaning what?” I asked, curious.
“You’ll see,” he replied. “For now, I want to make love to my live-in girlfriend. Slowly, thoroughly, and all night long.”
“Mmm, I think I like the sound of that.” I relaxed beneath him, ready for him to take control again. It would be slow indeed, but I would enjoy every minute.
“Good, because you better get used to it, darlin’.”
I smiled against his lips. “Yes, sir.”
Epilogue
“Two weeks in Hawaii, huh?” I whistled. “You Mershanos sure know how to throw a wedding.”
