“Then trust that I’ll get you where you need to go. Trust me to see to your pleasure.”
Her pelvic muscles clenched in response to his request. She didn’t doubt he’d bring her the ultimate pleasure over and over if he put his mind—and body—to it. Swallowing hard, she answered, “I trust you,” her voice cracking from arousal.
He trailed small kisses down her abdomen. “I want you to hand over the reins to your orgasm to me, which means no trying to get yourself off. Can you do that, baby?”
Her heart galloped at the endearment. “I’ll try.”
She felt him smile against her belly. “Good enough. You might want to grab onto the headboard.” He slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her thighs. When they caught on her heels, she toed them off, leaving her completely naked for him. And he still hadn’t taken off one stitch of clothing.
He mumbled something as he lowered his head and began to explore her with his mouth. She gasped and concentrated on keeping her body still, ignoring its demands to force him to the one spot which would push her over the edge.
The eroticism of this whole experience wasn’t lost on her. There was no question, he was in charge and surprisingly, she didn’t mind. With her mind always racing and worrying about the future, it was a relief to relax and live in the moment. The last time she’d felt this high was three months ago during her final performance of Swan Lake.
After teasing her for what felt like hours, the tip of his tongue finally pressed hard on her clit with the clear purpose of making her come. She didn’t dare disappoint him, crying out his name as her entire body tensed in erotic anticipation, then released in waves of hot bliss. He kissed his way up her torso ending at her mouth, his clothes rubbing abrasively against her sensitive nipples, rekindling the fire which should have burnt out with her climax.
Ripping away from his lips, she brought her hands down to his waist and began to raise his shirt. “I can’t take it. I need to feel your skin against mine.”
He didn’t protest, but instead aided her in the endeavor. “I knew it would be like this. You belong to me, Portia.”
She trembled from both his declaration and the possessiveness in his eyes. At the same time, she understood he wasn’t talking about forever. But right now, she did belong to him.
He tore his shirt over his head and quickly yanked down his pants, revealing his long, thick erection. He was even more beautiful than she had dreamed. She reached to take him in her hand, but he stopped her.
“No. I’m already too close.” He rolled off her, opened his nightstand drawer, and pulled out a condom packet.
“You have condoms in our room?” She folded her arms over her breasts. “Did you plan this?”
With a glint of steel in his eyes, he uncrossed her arms and gently kissed her lips. “I’ve wanted you since the elevator. No way would I sleep next to you night after night and not be prepared in case something happened between us. Did I plan this? Hell, no. I’d hoped, imagined, even stroked off to it, but, no, I didn’t plan this.”
She softened and relaxed into his touch, excited by his words. “Thank you for caring about my safety.”
He ripped the package open with his teeth and unrolled it over his length. “I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. I . . . care about you. You know that, right?”
She cared about him, too, so much it scared her. Her legs wrapped around his waist. “I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t.”
Staring into her eyes, he positioned himself at her entrance and slowly moved inside until he completely filled her.
And she knew in that moment, for good or for bad, her life would never be the same.
Chapter 16
If you really love me, you’ll find me.
William Shakespeare, Merchant of Venice, act 3, scene 2
Ryan sanded the wood, pleased with its progress. He couldn’t wait to surprise Portia with his gift.
He smiled, thinking about their morning in the kitchen. Each time they made love was better than the last. How had he ever thought her inhibited? Nightly—and several times daily—she’d proven his assumption wrong. He couldn’t keep his hands off her. In the two weeks since they’d first had sex, they’d christened every room in the house. He was particularly fond of her walk-in closet.
Tomorrow, they will have officially meet the conditions of the Will. Since their fight on the dance floor, they hadn’t discussed the future of the house, but tonight after the fundraiser, he’d convince her that no matter where they lived, they belonged together.
Footsteps echoed down the hall. Quickly, he tossed the wood behind one of the speakers and greeted her at the door before she could see his gift. “I thought you were still out donating all the boxes to Goodwill.” Kissing her soft lips, he backed her into the hallway and shut the door behind him.