Page 61 of Risking it All
“Are you sure? We just had a sort of fight.” He asked, and I nodded.
“I wanted to ask the day before the dinner, but things went sideways.”
He sucked in a breath, staring hard into my eyes for a long beat, before finally he nodded. “If you want to stop at any time, say so. I don’t care how far we are. Got it?”
I smiled, humming my agreement before getting off his lap. Offering a hand, I nodded toward my room. “Shall we?”
He took it, eyes smoldering now as he led the way. The second the door closed behind us, my focus snapped to him. Nothing else existed but this moment, and when he moved to start undoing his shirt, I stopped him and did it for him.
“Wasn’t I supposed to be seducing you?” I asked, sounding far more confident than I felt.
He laughed, a low and rumbling thing, but dropped his hands to tug at the hem of my shirt. “So you said, but you’ll be doing that no matter what. Whether you’re stripping me, laying on the bed, or even sticking your tongue out a particularly difficult crossword. There isn’t a time where I don’t find you attractive.”
My heart warmed, squeezing and turning to goo in my chest. Circling an arm around his neck, I pulled him down into a kiss. Some of my nerves eased with every flick of his tongue and when talented fingers tugged my shirt off, I let the rest go.
This was William, he wouldn’t hurt me. If something didn’t feel right, we’d stop. That’s all there was to it.
I dragged his shirt over his shoulders just as he unbuttoned my jeans. Our movements were quick but not frenzied, and in no time, we both stood completely nude.
My fingers itched with the urge to wrap around him, his length already hard and pointing outward, but I refrained. Bed, I reminded myself, do this on the bed.
Snagging one of his hands, I tugged him over to it. Once I stood at the edge though, I hesitated. What was I supposed to do from here?
I’d joked about seducing him, but I really didn’t have the experience to know how to…
Apparently he picked up on that because he smiled, tipping my chin up and stealing a kiss. When he pulled back, he hummed.
“Want me to take the lead this time?”
I nodded, relieved when he didn’t tease me. Instead he eased me back onto the sheets, his eyes scouring over my frame as if afraid to miss even a single inch. His hands followed afterward, tracing a path from my cheek to my shoulders, down to my stomach, and stopping between my thighs.
Anticipation tightened, heating up, and he smiled, stroking just outside of where I ached for him but not pushing in yet.
“You’re gorgeous, have I mentioned that lately?” He asked and I nodded, choking out through my frazzled, lust-fogged brain.
“Yes, the last time we did something like this.”
He frowned, seeming to realize something. “I need to work on complimenting you more often.”
I didn’t have a chance to tell him it wasn’t necessary before he shook his head. “Nope, I’ve made my decision, I’ll be showering you in praise from now on.”
Then he pressed a finger inside, successfully making me forget what we’d been talking about before. He slid to the first knuckle, curling it until he stroked something that slammed white across my vision and arched my spine.
Satisfaction painted his face and he did it again, adding a second finger after a few seconds. “You’re nothing short of glorious, whether it’s like this or fully dressed and dancing in the kitchen.”
He paired the words with another curl, brushing something swollen, and I choked on a groan, tremors wracking through me as I tried to grind into that spot again.
Before I could, he pulled back with a shake of his head. “I want to feel you clamped around me when you unravel.”
Impatience blitzed hot and fast through me, sharpening my tone. “Then get over here.” I almost whined the words, hating teetering on that tension longer than necessary. Thankfully he didn’t keep me waiting.
Leaning over me, his arm wiggling under my head, he used his free hand to put on a condom and line himself up. I watched, eyes locked to the scene as if I couldn’t look away. The tip pressed forward, parting me before sliding up and down. The touch was light and I squirmed, needing more.
He smiled, the edges a bit strained as he fought for his restraint. “Tell me if I need to slow down.” Then, he sank the first inch.
The initial press made me freeze, warmth that wasn’t mine but still wholly welcome sliding deeper before pausing. He was thick, pushing against every inner wall, and I shuddered.
He kissed the side of my head, his breathing labored now. “Okay?” He asked and I nodded, fighting to even think through the haze clouding my mind.