“I’m sorry he showed up,” I whispered. “I wanted tonight to be special.”
“It was,” he murmured. “I’m sure it was the first of many times we’ll visit with my aunt and uncle. It felt right having you there, Catherine.”
“I liked being there,” I said. “I liked seeing that side of you.”
“I wanted you to see it.” His voice was a deep rumble against my ear. “I want you to know every side of me.” He kissed me lightly, his mouth seeking but not demanding. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. There was such a dreamy intimacy when we kissed like this, caressing each other’s mouths and exploring with our tongues. It felt so good to linger on his lips, to press against his body, and I savored every moment.
I felt the evidence of his arousal hot against my belly and I realized my nipples were sensitive and hard. “William,” I said, breathless. “We can’t.”
“I can’t help the way I react to you,” he said. “It just happens. You’re beautiful.” His hand skimmed down my back again. “And your soft breasts are pushed right up against me, and the points of your nipples are driving me crazy.”
“I’m not trying to tease you.”
He moved his hips, emphasizing his hard cock. “I’m not either. But it’s always been this way when we’re together. I always want you. I can’t get enough.”
Heat flooded through me at his words. God, he knew exactly how to turn me on. I didn’t even think he was trying. “I want you too,” I murmured. “But we can’t do anything more than kiss.”
“Fine. Then let me kiss you.” He was being far too accommodating. I was used to the William Lambourne who demanded and ordered. This William was actually conceding to my demands.
Or so I thought.
His mouth brushed against my neck in the darkness and trailed down to my shoulder. “William! I said only kissing.”
“Are my hands touching you?” he asked. “I’m only kissing you.”
I couldn’t argue, but he had to know his mouth turned me on as much as his hands. His wet tongue slid between my breasts and then moved over to one nipple. I moaned as he took it into his mouth.
“Shh,” he said, lifting up on his elbows and blowing cool air on my wet flesh. “Quiet.”
“William…”
“I’ll stop whenever you say. Tell me to stop. Or say rosé. Use your safe word if you have to.” He chuckled softly. I loved that he thought my safe word was funny.
Then his mouth closed on my nipple again, and I couldn’t keep from arching my back, from offering my body to him for more. He licked the other nipple, bringing it to an almost painful peak of pleasure. I panted, biting my lip to keep quiet. I should tell him to stop. I should move out of his arms, go to sleep. I knew where this was going, and I could already feel myself getting wet.
But I couldn’t resist his mouth. He trailed it down my belly, licking a path with his skilled tongue. I parted my legs, but he paused before moving between them. “Can I kiss you here, Catherine?”
He knew I couldn’t resist him, that I didn’t have the willpower to make him stop.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“I didn’t hear you. What do you want me to do?”
I wanted to strangle him. But I wanted his mouth on me even more. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was aware Jeremy was just in the other room. I would have to be quiet. “Kiss me,” I said softly.
“Where?”
“You know where,” I whispered as he slid between my legs and moved to lift my thighs over his shoulders.
“Say it. Tell me where you want me to kiss you.” He blew gently on my sex and I squirmed.
“Please, William, kiss my clit. Make me come.”
I heard his swift intake of breath and then his warm mouth descended on my swollen folds. He parted me, bared me, and touched his tongue to me. I bucked and gasped in sweet agony.
“Shh. Quiet, remember?” He continued to lave me, moving his tongue from my throbbing clit to my entrance and back again. Over and over and then I was coming, my hips rising and pressing my sex hard against him as I surrendered to his magical lips and skillful tongue.
“Oh, much too loud,” William chided me as he slid up my body. I was barely aware of anything except the explosive currents that were still raging through me. I hadn’t even realized I’d made a sound.
“Turn over,” he demanded.
“But I thought—”
“Turn over.” He rolled me over and lifted my hips until they cradled his erection. “That’s better,” he said, rubbing his hard length against me. I moaned, turning my head into the pillow. “Smart girl,” he praised. His hand pressed between my legs, cupping me and stroking me. I buried my face in the pillow as his fingers slid in and out, wet and slippery, and then against the most sensitive swollen parts of me. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I pressed back against his hand, and another orgasm uncoiled within me, fast and hard. I managed to contain my moans and gasps in the pillow, but then William was inside me.