Page 19 of Improper Proposal
“Hey,” he says.
“Hey, yourself,” I manage to get out as I take in his relaxed, drool-worthy stance.
“Tired?”
I nod. “You?”
“Yeah.” He pushes off the doorframe, and as soon as he walks into the room, I crave the feel of him, want to pick up where we last left off this morning.
This morning?
Was it only hours ago I was in his arms? Why does it feel like I’ve been here longer?
He glances at the bed, and then his gaze slowly slides back to me. Raw need shimmers between us, crackling like the logs in the hearth behind me.
“I was thinking perhaps I could tuck you in.”
“Tuck me in, huh? I’m a big girl, Will. I’ve been tucking myself in for a long time.”
His grin is wicked. “Okay, then maybe I could fuck you instead. Finish what we started this morning.”
I gulp at his dirty words and struggle to remain standing. Honest to God, never in my life has a guy made my legs go weak. “You think that’s a good idea?” I ask, even though I’m seconds from tearing off my panties and begging him to take me. “I mean, the house is awake, and everyone is downstairs. We could get caught.”
“We’ve both been making bad decision,” he says, his grin doing the craziest things to my insides. “What’s one more?”
He steps up to me, invades my personal space, and runs his thumb over my bottom lip. How does a New York consultant wind up with callused hands? From the weight equipment at the gym? I look over his body and know in an instant his muscles are homegrown, from hard labor, not made in some heath club, and to me that’s a hundred times sexier. But still, it does beg the question, what kind of hard labor is this man doing?
“Well, I suppose that’s true,” I say, and as soon as the words leave my mouth, he dips his head, and his lips settle possessively over mine. I kiss him back, and his hands roam my body, a new patience in his touch as he explores me slower, more thoroughly.
I place my hands on his shoulders, wanting the same privilege, and he moans as I palm his muscles. The room grows warm—hot, really—but it’s not from the blaze behind us. The two of us are creating enough fire to keep the castle heated—for a month straight.
He grips the hem of my sweater and, as if reading my mind, says, “It’s getting kind of warm in here.”
“Hot,” I answer as I touch his hem and give it a tug. He reaches behind his shoulder and tugs his sweater off, and my gaze roams over his broad chest. He seriously has the nicest body. My hand goes to his muscles, and he moans as I touch him.
“I need you naked, Harper.”
“You do?” I tease, even though I need that, too.
“Yeah, I need to put my mouth on you.” I visibly quake at that, and he runs his hand over my breasts, and my nipples press against my bra. “I need to spend more time here,” he says, as he brushes his thumb over my swollen nubs. I swallow, my entire body quaking beneath his touch. “And here,” he adds, his hands journeying downward until his fingers are between my legs, inches from the spot I need him to touch most. “You want that, too, don’t you?”
“Oh God, yes,” comes blurting out of my mouth, and Will chuckles at my enthusiasm.
“You know what else I want?”
“No,” I murmur, my thoughts running off as he rubs my sex through my jeans. My clit swells, and even my breathing has deepened, become choppier.
“I want you on your knees again.” His other hand goes to my mouth. “These sweet lips wrapped around my cock. Sucking. Hard.”
I gulp, and he shoves his thumb into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the tip, and he groans, his eyes turning a deeper shade of blue as lust grips us both. He grabs the hem of my sweater again and peels it over my head. I lift my arms to make it easy for him, and he tosses the sweater to the floor next to his. He stands back for a moment, his gaze raking over me.
“Undress,” he says, his voice taking on a different edge.
“Bossy much?”
He grins. “Yeah, now undress. I want you naked when I fuck that pretty mouth.”
My mouth falls open, and he cocks his head, like he’s daring me to challenge him. But there is a gleam in his eye, one that says he knows how much I love it when he gets all dirty.
