Page 12 of Improper Proposal
Her eyes go wide at my surprise invasion. I try to force my legs to move, to go back to my room, but when her gaze drops and takes in my rock-hard cock, it cuts the leash holding me back.
“Will,” she whispers.
I rake my hands through my hair. “Yeah?” Fuck, is that my voice?
“I’m not—”
“It’s okay, don’t worry.” I hold my hands up, palms out. “I’m not about to touch you again.”
She hesitates for a long moment, then whispers, “I’m not who you think I am.”
My head rears back. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be here or not. George and I, we’ve never met in person. There was this pact, and well…”
“But you met online, right?”
She gives a slow shake of her head, and with hope surging inside me—hope that she’s not George’s—I move toward her instead of away, the traitorous missile between my legs now calling the shots. Crazy, really, because I don’t normally give myself over to impulse, and while I should be wondering who texted her when we were riding, and what she’s doing here if she’s never met George, online or in person, I can’t seem to think about that right now. Selfish bastard that I am, all I can think about is touching her, kissing her, guiding her thighs apart so I can bury my face between her legs and camp out there for the rest of the day. As desire tumbles out of me in a ragged breath, I give in to baser needs and pull her soft, naked body to mine. She melds into me, and I breathe in her sweet peach scent.
“Will,” she says, and when I hear the want in her voice, the soft caress of her breath on my neck, it pushes all my buttons. “I want you.”
I have no idea who she is or what’s really going on, but with my brain shutting down, my body taking over, the discussion will have to wait. My lips crash down on hers. Motherfucker, it’s insane how much I want her. Terrifying, really. Our mouths fuse, and my tongue teases her lips open to slide inside for a deeper, more thorough taste. Steam from the running water fills the room as she moves restlessly, kissing me back with so much heat and desire, it nearly drives me to my knees.
I want her a million different ways. I try to fight off the sense of urgency as I slide my hands over her, grip the lush curve of her ass, and massage her gently with my palms. As electricity crackles between us, her beautiful, pebbled nipples press against my chest, and I break the kiss and inch back to give them the attention they deserve. I dip my head, pull one pretty pink nipple into my mouth, and slide my tongue over it. Harper’s soft moan curls around me, and a hot rush spreads through my body as it heads south. I can’t wait one more second to feel the heat between her legs.
I slide my hands over her curves, and she leans into my touch, her body surrendering to me as I take full possession of her. On some level I know this is fucked up, some working brain cell is shouting in warning, but the softness of her skin drowns out the jangling bells and shuts down my ability to think with clarity. As my cock hurts for her, my mouth finds the long, sexy column of her throat. Fuck, she smells so goddamn good, I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.
And I don’t fucking want to.
She rubs against me like a kitten, her soft purr fueling the lust. A desperate sort of ache races through my blood. My knee slides between hers, and I widen her legs. I take a quick breath and release it slowly to keep it together. I jacked off to the image of this gorgeous woman last night, and I can hardly believe I’m here with her now. My cock thickens as I revel in the things I’m going to do to her, the ways I’m going to get her off. After that, I plan to fill her mouth and pussy with my cum.
Face flushed, she grips my shoulders to hang on, and her nails drag my skin as she rakes them over me. Her stiff nipple scrapes my chest, and a surge of pleasure shoots through me. Goddammit, I need my mouth between her legs, need to eat her pussy until she’s screaming my name.
She rocks into me when I slide my hand along her inner thighs, going higher and higher until I can feel her heat. She fucking wants me as much as I want her. That probably shouldn’t thrill me as much as it does. “Is this what you need?” I ask. I touch her sex, circle my finger around her hot clit.
“Yesss…”
“Last night I rubbed my cock and shot hot cum all over my stomach as I thought about tasting your cunt,” I admit freely.
“Oh God, Will,” she murmurs.
“Did you touch yourself, slide your finger into you wet pussy, wishing it was my big cock filling you instead?”
A moan catches in her throat, and I inch back to see her face. We’ve barely even started, but I find her eyes half lidded, her breath coming faster. Seeing her like this is…well, it’s the sexiest fucking thing ever.
“Tell me,” I demand.
“Yes,” she confesses. “After I saw you naked.” She gulps, unable to speak as I push one thick finger insider her. “I touched myself.”
“You wanted my cock?”
“Yes.”
I pump into her, wiggling my fingers and brushing my palm over her hard clit.
“Did you think about my face between your legs, eating you?”
“Will,” she murmurs, her cheeks a darker shade of pink.
