He presses his mouth to mine, opening my lips and sweeps his tongue against mine.
I forget that I’m going to lose him. Instead, I focus on the sensation that sizzles all through my body at his touch.
By the time he lifts his head, I’m dizzy with the desire that’s pulsing through me. I want to lose myself in his arms.
I don’t know how Win does it, being both my salvation and my pain, but I can’t think about it now. Instead, I lean back, setting my glass down, so that I can get both my arms around him.
But as I lean back, he leans forward, his lips kissing along my jaw and down my neck. I nearly tip my champagne onto the floor. “I’m going to ruin this room before I go.”
“We’ll redecorate,” he rumbles. “And you’re not going anywhere.”
My eyes flutter closed as I give him more access to my neck, tilting my head to the side.
I slide my fingers into his hair, hanging onto him as I encourage him lower. His lips on my skin is the best feeling in the world.
But he only nips at my collarbone, his hands sliding down my legs, and then up my skirt. Then he hooks the cotton panties and skates them off my hips and down my thighs. “I love that I put these on you this morning, and now I’m taking them off.”
“Me too,” I whisper as he crouches in front of me, slipping them down over my feet.
His hands skim back up my legs, but he remains crouched as he lifts my skirt, angling me forward just enough to place a kiss on my mound. I arch back as he places one of my legs over his shoulder and then kisses me again, sliding his tongue between my already-wet folds.
“That feels so good,” I push out, pulling at his hair. He looks up at me, his hair already mussed, his eyes dark and his mouth shining with my wetness.
“I’m going to make you feel even better.” And then he stands, lifting me with him. I barely have time to get my arms around him, when my feet are off the ground.
He carries me to the bed, tossing me down, a second before he pounces on top of me.
I arch into his weight, my whole body open to him. My dress is up around my hips as he lifts up again.
I cry a protest, but he only gives me that wicked grin as he tugs his shirt off. His pants are next, landing somewhere around his knees before he’s back on top of me. “Not too sore are you, love?”
“No,” I shake my head. I don’t care how much it hurts, I want him inside me.
“Off with that dress then.” Grabbing my hips, he rolls us both so that I’m on top of him.
His now bare cock is nestled against my folds and part of me is tempted to lift up and take him inside me, but I do as he commands and unzip the dress before I tug it over my head.
I’m naked and straddling him when my hands come to his chest. “I want you inside me.”
“Soon.” He slides his hands up my body, circling my waist, before skimming over my ribs, and cupping both my breasts.
I push into his hands, my nipples puckering. I don’t have large breasts, and Win’s hands are huge, so I wouldn’t say I fill them, but my breasts are at least nice and round. He massages them, the rough skin on his palm making my nipples pucker.
“Win,” I beg, wanting to feel the fullness of him inside me. I know these moments are fleeting and after a day of hurt?—
“So impatient,” he answers as he tugs my torso down so that I’m lying on his chest. “There is no rush, we’ve got all night.”
How do I confess that I want more than just a night, so I’m eager to pack as much into the little time that we have, as I can?
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Win
Katarina is above me,her body so open to me, she’s begging me to enter her.
But I hesitate.
Something has been different about her tonight.
