His other hand leaves my hip to splay over my upper breast. My heart. “Do you want that? Do you want me to ruin you?”
I draw my tongue over his bottom lip. “Yes.”
He kisses me firmly, then guides me off his cock. I’m granted a glimpse at his length, slick from our shared arousal, before he turns me around to face the back of the couch. I brace my hands on the ornate wood above the floral cushion. He embraces me from behind and brings his lips to my ear. The tip of his erection finds my center. “Say it.”
I swallow hard, angling my head over my shoulder to meet his hungry eyes. Then I arch my back, lifting my hips and widening my legs. “Ruin me.”
In one stroke, he enters me to the hilt. I gasp, clutching the back of the couch as he fills me deeper than before. Deeper than I knew was possible.
Then another long stroke out. There he pauses, and I know what he’s waiting for.
“Ruin me, Will.”
He thrusts into me again.
“Ruin me.”
He picks up his pace and I meet him stroke for stroke, slamming back into him with every thrust of his hips.
“Ruin me. Ruin me.” His fingers slide down my front to circle my sensitive clit, and my refrain slips into a whine, then a moan, leaving only my mind to carry my chant.
Ruin me.
Ruin me.
His other hand grips my breast, but the way my heart slams into his palm, it feels more like he’s clasping the treasure that lies behind my ribs.
Love me.
Love me.
Release builds inside me again, and this time, neither of us do anything to prevent its crash. I grip the couch harder, my moans growing louder, more frantic, while his throaty groans reverberate through me, increasing my pleasure. Finally, thetight coil of need unravels from my core, melting over his fingers, his cock. And as I cry out my climax, his rhythm drives harder, faster, his orgasm chasing mine until it spills inside me.
Together we ride the falling wave until we’re both spent. Until he slips out of me from behind and pulls me to face him, cradling my head against his chest as we collapse over the length of the couch.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
WILLIAM
There’s something so perfect about the feel of Edwina in my arms. Our bodies are slick and entwined as we catch our breath on the couch. Edwina’s eyes are closed, her cheek pressed to my chest. She must be graced with a riotous symphony from how frantically my heart beats against her ear. I don’t think it’s ever raced so fast. Nor do I believe I’ve ever felt so spent and satisfied.
I’ve had more lovers than I can count, but with Edwina…
Fuck, this is different. The mere thought of her sayingminewhile gliding down the length of my cock is almost enough to ready me for a second round, but I keep those urges at bay. She’s so peaceful right now, the way her lips curl in a sweet smile. The way her messy hair falls around her shoulders.
I angle my face and plant a kiss on her forehead. She makes an unintelligible sound, and I smile down at her. I’ve never wanted someone so bad. Never had so much of my heart involved with attraction. My only regret is that we didn’t talk asmuch as I wanted before my desires took over. We didn’t solve anything. Didn’t state what exactly this is that we have together, or how to navigate our competition for the contract going forward. But do we need a plan? Isn’t it enough that we feel the same? Doesn’t that mean we can work through whatever comes next together?
The fact that Edwina didn’t use her free pass to do what we did tonight gives me hope. It means it was as real for her as it was for me. Not a game.
Once our breathing calms, Edwina lifts her cheek from my chest and props her chin there. I keep an arm wrapped around her, drawing circles over her back with my fingertips. She studies my face, tracing the edge of my jaw, then my pointed ear. She circles her thumb over the gold stud in my lobe, which summons visions of when I did the same to her clit.
My cock stirs at the memory, but when she releases a slow sigh that carries too serious of an edge, I sober from such notions.
She gives me a sad smile and laces her fingers over my pectoral, then props her chin on her hands. “What should we do, William?”
I’m not the only one who realized we still have problems to solve. I brush my hand down the length of her spine, resisting the urge to palm her ass. “About the contract?”
“Our feelings for each other don’t change the fact that we both need it.”
