I needed to feel the heat of his body next to mine—that heavenly feeling of skin on skin. My hands dropped to his waist, slid under his T-shirt and across his flat stomach. His eyes snapped shut and his hands froze. I wasn’t sure if this would be the point where he’d pull back, so I pressed my advantage.
“Take your shirt off.”
He opened his eyes, looking again at my mouth, and his hands left my breasts long enough to tug on the neck of his shirt and pull it up over his head.
That didn’t take much coaxing.
I smiled, pleased at being one layer of clothing closer to the goal. “Now—”
But he was already reaching for my shirt, pulling it at the neck. I moved his hands to the bottom hem of the shirt instead.
“This is how girls do it.”
“I’m not a girl.”
I laughed. “But I am.”
With a smile, he slowly took the hem of my shirt and drew it up and over my head. Then his eyes fixed on the knotted nipples evident through the thin material of my bra.
This was happening. This was so happening.
Without any further hints from me, William’s hands returned to my breasts, cupping them over my bra. I pulled his head down to kiss me with one hand while caressing his very lickable chest with my other hand. Wow…who’d have thunk that a modern-day blacksmith-turned-warrior knight could be so hot and sexy?
“Jenna,” he muttered against my lips when we finally came up for air. He spoke in halting syllables, so I knew he was trying to slow things down—which signaled to me that it was time to stomp on the accelerator.
I lowered my mouth to his chest, kissing my way down to one of his nipples and rolling my tongue over it. He tasted salty and sweet, like saltwater taffy.
His breath hissed through his lips and his fingers threaded through my hair.
“That feels so good,” he whispered shakily.
I moved over to lick and suck the other nipple. He let out a satisfying groan, which I felt clear down to my toes. Every nerve and muscle in my body was now crying out for release.
“Wil, I want you,” I said, kissing my way back up to his neck.
“I want you, too.”
I reached back and unhooked my bra with one hand—a skill I’d mastered with some practice—and let it slide down my arms. His hands were on my breasts seconds after freeing them from my bra, and the rough and callused touch felt exquisite on my sensitive skin.
I rose up to kiss him. His kisses grew fiercer, his tongue plunging into my mouth, forcing mine into submission with the ferocity of his ardor. When we broke contact, I was breathing hard and so was he. His handsome face was flushed, his eyes dark with desire. I could tell he was about to lose control.
My plan to seduce the hot hunk of man-virgin? So far, so good.
Slowly, William lowered his head and enveloped my nipple with his hot mouth. “Yes,” I breathed, urging him on, having already learned that subtlety was completely lost on him. “I like that a lot. I—”
My words died in my throat. There were no words. No thoughts even, only the piercing, intense pleasure of his mouth sucking my nipple. I think I might have even forgotten to breathe because, damn, it was overwhelming. Desire arced through me like lightning.
I grabbed William’s head, threading my fingers through his thick hair to hold him where he was. Had I not done that, I may have collapsed into a helpless puddle of sexual heat on the floor. Holy shit. It wasn’t just his kisses. It was his touch. It was everything. It was electric—and I was hooked.
“Oh, Wil, I want it. So. Damn. Bad.”
His mouth froze for a moment, then he pulled away—mere millimeters, but it was enough to make my breath lurch with the deprivation. “What is it?”
“What?”
“You said you want ‘it.’ What is it?”
There I went again, assuming the obvious was clear to him. “This…us. I want to be together.”
“We’re together.”
“No, I mean…together as in…as in having sex.”
Another pause. His breath curled across the surface of my tender nipple, and I throbbed with the loss of his touch. I smoothed my fingers through his hair, then rubbed my thumb across his cheek.
“It’s okay to want it, Wil.”
He drew back and I noticed his face was flushed. Staring at my throat, he said, “Tell me you’re staying and not traveling with the Ren Faire.”
My head spun. “I—what?”
“I told you already that we are not going to have sex so I can just watch you leave. If we do this, I want your promise that you’ll stay.”
His voice was flat and cold, and it brought all my sexually-charged hopes crashing down. I fell back on my legs and looked at him. He turned, snatched up his shirt and slipped it over his head, but it was inside out. With a mild curse, he realized his mistake, and I was treated to another nice view of his chest while he straightened himself out.