He took both her hands, fixed one at the base of his length, and carefully curled the other around his sac. She grasped his heavy stones and kneaded them gently as she twisted her hand around his base.
She fixed her grip on him and began to stroke; his head lolling back in bliss as she gripped him with a firmer fist, dragging her palm up and down his shaft, and the pleasure that strained his face made her want to take him to the pinnacle of bliss.
When her thumb surged up the thick vein on his underside, he spurted. Bridget swiped her thumb over his crown, wicking the droplets away, and William opened his eyes as she stuck her thumb into her mouth.
“Devil and damn,” he grunted, a shudder wracking through him, “You’re going to kill a man.”
“From only that? hm? What about this?” Bravely, she wrapped her lips around his crown and slowly took the length of his manhood into her mouth.
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to—” Another more fervent shudder racked him as she suckled on his length. “Christ!”
A groan tore from his chest as hot, wet fire clamped around his manhood and the cord of his neck stood stark as she lapped at the bulging crimson crown, her tongue dipping into the slit.
Delirious, he said, “Take me deeper, pet,” he bit out. “Open wider, use your tongue, hell, yes—”
She moaned in response and moved her hair out of the way so he could watch her pink lips go down on his member. His thighs tensed, belly flexing as he swelled in her hand.
With a guttural groan, he released her hair, pulled his length from her lips, cupped her face, and stroked his thumb over her swollen lips. Looking up at him slowly, her breath caught at the stark male hunger in his gaze.
With a ragged, impatient groan, he pulled her into his side—his expression was tight, the flesh drawn over his cheekbones, his eyes narrowed, his lips heavy with sensuality.
Fixing her hand around him again, she took his mouth in a blistering kiss, threaded her fingers through the thick strands of his hair, and melded her mouth to his, kissing him with wild passion and sensual greed. They kissed passionately, with one of her arms around his neck, the other still stroking his length.
He fixed his hand around hers, tightening the grip as he groaned into her mouth. His body jerked as his seed became a hot geyser over her palm.
With a gasp, he fell against the headboard, breathless. The pleasure marked his face and soft breath left his parted lips. Gently, he pulled their hands from his tender skin and nuzzled his nose into her temple.
“I feel boneless,” he admitted. “This is a first for me. Normally, I would feel this way after the act.”
Her lashes swept up. “Are we…ever going to…”
“The act? That is up to you.” He nipped at her ear while his fingers strayed over her bodice and his thumb swept over her nipple. “Do you want me to return the favor, my sweet?”
Smoothing a hand down his chest, she smiled, “Maybe tonight.”
“Tonight, I am back on the search for your brother,” William settled down in the pillows. “But dawn, I promise.”
She leveled up an elbow. “Are you concerned about taking my innocence?”
William cleared his throat, “Well… yes. The arrangement is for us to part at the end of thispartnershipwith you fully, well, equipped to marry again, and your maidenhead is your biggestbargaining chip,” he held her eyes, voice dropping. “…Or is that not what you want?”
CHAPTER 24
WhatdoI want?
William had a point; after this was over, with her hefty dowry, she could have men lining around the lane to offer their hand. But… none of them were William, the man she was falling in love with… that is if she had not tumbled over the edge already.
His questioning gaze had her heart turning over in indecision. “I… do not want another.”
William’s eyes narrowed. “You do not want to marry after we part ways?”
She sighed and turned away, then gazed at the ceiling, lips pressed tight. “Maybe I am naïve, maybe it is because you are the only one I have been intimate with, or maybe it is because I think I see something in you that you have hidden from the world,and, William, I know you have no intent of being a family man or marrying for love but….” she paused.
“But right now, you are here with me, and while I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, I know, in this moment, there’s nowhere better for me to be right now than here in your arms. I—”
His fingers pressed on her lips, effectively silencing her, his eyes now guarded. “Keep those words, Bridget. Guard them until I prove if I am worthy of your affections.”
What does he mean by that?
