She figured by the time they got back to her house, common sense would have prevailed and she’d have cooled down a bit.
Not so much. She’d clutched the armrest the entire time, and it wasn’t because of Will’s driving. He pulled into her driveway and she tried to be calm and rational, but she threw open the car door, her fingers fumbling in her purse for the keys. Will grabbed them from her as they hurried to the front door. With fingers more deft than hers, he unlocked the door and she stepped inside. Before she could find the light switch, he closed the door and had her in his arms, his mouth on hers.
She dropped her purse to the floor, her hand coming up to twine around his neck. She had to stand on her toes to get there, but she needed to touch him. He made it easier on her by grasping her butt and lifting her, pressing her against the door and pinning her there with his body.
Good Lord, the man was strong, holding on to her, kissing her, devouring her with his lips and tongue. His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs and it felt gloriously, deliciously decadent. She wasn’t sure she’d ever been wanted in this kind of desperate fashion, and she gave it back in kind, tangling her fingers in his hair as she kissed him with breathless abandon.
“Bedroom,” he said, dragging his mouth from hers and talking to her while his lips mapped a trail across her jaw and fixed onto her neck.
She gasped out a moan. “I don’t know. That way somewhere.”
“We’ll figure it out.”
He flipped her around and started walking—in the dark, no less.
“Straight,” she guided him, her mouth on his neck, that spot she’d been fixated on. She licked him and he bumped into something, letting out a curse.
“Sorry. There’s an ottoman there. Take a quick turn around that and go straight past the dining room and down the hall. My bedroom’s the last one.”
“Got it.” He stopped midway down the hall to push her against the wall and suck on that sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. Would she have a hickey tomorrow? She didn’t care because chills coursed down her spine as shivery sensation rippled through her.
He found the bedroom and held on to her with one hand while he opened the door. He made her feel light and delicate as he proceeded to the bed, making her so glad she’d changed the sheets and made the bed today—just in case.
He deposited her on the bed and came down on top of her, that delicious weight of his rocking against her as he moved his lips over her neck and lower. And when he palmed her stomach, his fingers inching the material of her top over her belly, she fluttered with awareness and need.
She toed her shoes off and he pushed her farther onto the bed, lifting her skirt.
“You smell good,” he said, burying his face in her neck.
His hands were everywhere. One on her thigh, inching toward her hip, the other lifting her blouse and palming her breast. It was all happening so fast, she couldn’t keep up with the sensations blasting her from all directions. And when he lifted her top over her head, all she could do was lie back and let him have his way, because she’d fantasized about this, wanted this—and oh, God, she needed this.
Right up to the point when he reached over and switched on her bedside lamp.
She lifted up on her elbows. “What are you doing?”
“I want to see you.”
“Oh. Uh.” Desire tamped down. “Could we maybe do this in the dark?”
Will cocked a brow, then grinned at her and pushed her shoulders down. “Not a chance in hell, Jane. You’re gorgeous and I want to see all of you.”
She lifted back up on her elbows. “Will. You do realize I’ve given birth to two children, right?”
He loomed over her, his hands planted on either side of her. “I think you’re beautiful, Jane. And yes, I realize you’re not twenty anymore. Neither am I.”
“Yeah, but you don’t have stretch marks from childbirth.”
He laughed, then pushed her back down on the bed. “No, I don’t. Now relax and let me make love to you.”
She looked up at the ceiling, her earlier excitement replaced with trepidation. His face appeared over hers, and suddenly he was kissing her again. Deep, soulful kisses that made her forget to be conscious of her body and its imperfections. She reached for him, slid her fingers into the soft silkiness of his hair. He laid a hand on her stomach, then over her hip, gradually pulling down her skirt. She helped him, lifting her hips until the skirt slid down her legs, leaving her in only her bra and panties.
He kissed her neck again, evoking chills, then moved his lips over her collarbone and the swell of her br**sts. Jane kept her eyes tightly shut, not wanting Will to be disappointed in her. But when he removed her bra and put his mouth over her ni**les, she forgot all about everything except the way he pleasured her, teasing her nipple by sucking it. Her eyes flew open and she had to watch his cheeks hollow as he took her nipple into his mouth, then flicked his tongue over the sensitive bud until she thought she might die from the pleasure. And while he plumped and pleasured her breast, he moved his hand over her rib cage and down her belly, making her breath catch as he cupped her sex, drawing out her low moan as he slipped his hand into her panties to tease and torment her.
Her back bowed as she met his questing fingers. He expertly knew right where to touch her, using his fingers to dip inside her, moistening them, and then circling her center of pleasure until she thought she might just die right there.
Taut with tension, she rocked against his hand until he brought her right to the edge.
“Come on, baby,” he whispered. “Let go for me.”
His words, so evocative, so dark and rich with promise, were her undoing. She burst with an orgasm she felt she’d been holding in for years, crying out against him as she thrashed in his arms. He held her as she moaned through it, using his fingers to expertly coax her right to the very edge again. And then he pulled her to the edge of the bed, removed her panties, and put his mouth on her, teasing her with his lips and tongue.
She’d been in a drought for so very long, the heat and wetness was her undoing. She came again, so quickly this time it was almost embarrassing. But Will didn’t seem to think so. As she floated back down he smiled up at her, then stood, and she realized he still had all his clothes on.
She sat up. “That doesn’t seem fair.”
“What’s that?” he asked.