One Chance(7)

I looked around my small, but cozy, apartment. “It’s no Connor mansion or mountain house, but it’s home.”

“It is,” William agreed. “Thank you for letting me in.”

I wondered if William had intended the double meaning behind his words. I hadn’t just let him into my apartment- I was also letting him into my life. I had nothing left to hide.

“I couldn’t very well leave you out in the cold after you defended my honor in such a manly way.” The scotch burned on the way down but it also warmed me. I look another sip. “That wasn’t exactly how I saw the night ending.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” I could tell that William was trying his best not to look uncomfortable. He had made it clear exactly what he thought of Paul, and now he was trying to be sympathetic to my feelings. He was kind of perfect.

“I’d rather not talk at all, actually.” I smiled. “I think we can use our mouths in more productive ways.”

William chuckled. “Fair enough. I’m open to suggestions.”

I look William’s glass and placed it next to mine. Then I threw the ice down as well and took his good hand, tugging him behind me as I led the way to the bedroom. I stopped at the foot of the bed, and William’s hands came to a rest on my shoulders. He slipped down the straps of my dress and kissed the newly exposed skin, sending a sharp tingle through my body. I let out a long breath and felt my body relax beneath his touch.

His touch was wonderful- the perfect blend of tenderness and strength. I never wanted anyone as much as I wanted William Connor right then. His hands moved to my back where they unzipped my dress. I shrugged it down my body and let it fall to the floor in a pile at my feet, exposing nothing but bare skin. I heard William suck in a breath.

As I turned around, I had to force myself not to wrap my arms around me. No matter how many times I got naked in front of a man, I always felt ridiculous. But the way William was looking at me chased away my insecurities.

“You are so perfect,” he said, his lips grazing lightly over mine, and then across my cheek and down my neck. His hands moved from my hips, up my sides until his thumbs circled over my breasts. Then his lips were back on my face and he started kissing me again and it felt like the most erotic act imaginable. His lips, his tongue, his hands- they were what I needed. He was what I needed.

He let go of me only long enough to hurry out of his clothes. I rubbed my hands over his chest, kneading the tight muscles and trailing soft kisses across his skin. Suddenly, there was too much space between us and I pushed my body against his urgently. He responded, wrapping both arms around me, and I lifted my head for another kiss. I could feel every inch of him, warm against my skin. His penis pressed against my lower stomach, still docile for the time being. I stroked it with the very tips of my fingers and William growled against my lips.

I circled my hand over him and stroked a steady rhythm while my lips moved over his body. William lifted me suddenly, holding me against him as he moved over to the bed. He lowered me down, keeping his body against mine. His lips started at my neck and traced a leisurely path over my breasts and down my stomach. Then he was kissing me down there, his tongue expertly stroking my clitoris. I let out a loud gasp and my hands squeezed the pillow behind my head.

I could feel the familiar flush invading my body and the throbbing was getting stronger. As badly as my body wanted to unfurl, I was even more desperate for us to come together. I reached for William’s face and lifted his head. “Together,” I moaned, not able to form a complete thought. William understood and he shifted over. In my own frenzied state, I barely noticed him putting on the condom. I was barely aware of anything at all until his erection pressed against the sensitive area his tongue had just left.

I used my hand to guide him in slowly. Once he was in up to the hilt, he steadied himself over me, staring deep into my eyes. When he kissed me, I could taste my own fluids on his lips. His face pulled away from mine, but the rest of him stayed deep inside me.

“I love you, Olivia,” he said, his voice as soft as the blue in his eyes. “More than you’ll ever know.”

I stroked his jaw line with my fingers and traced his lips. “I love you, too, William.”

He couldn’t know how impossible that felt to me. I hadn’t known I was capable of love any more until I met William. But I had never been more certain of anything else in my life.

William moved slowly, in and out. As his body moved over mine, I circled my hips beneath him, rising to meet him each time he returned. We had been together so many times, but it had never happened like this before. It had never been this slow, or gentle, or loving. I had never thought that lovemaking could be so passionate, and yet so tender. Until that moment, no one had ever caressed my face while looking deep in my eyes and whispered how amazing I was while moving gently inside me.