She bites her lip and shakes her head.
I’m in her space again, crowding her against the wall. “Do you want me to touch you?”
Her eyes widen, everything about her glowing again. The indecision isn’t about want, but about boundaries. She’s married to Saint, but I don’t care.
If he’s not going to have her, there’s no reason I can’t. At least a taste.
I brace my hands at her waist, enjoying how she melts a little.
“Princess…”
“Don’t call me that.”
I let a deep noise of satisfaction rumble in my chest. “Princess. Tell me now, do you want me to touch you?”
Wren’s teeth pinch her lip again, and I’m drawing circles over her hipbones with my thumb. It only takes the smallest nod for me to swoop in again and capture her mouth.
This time, her hands brace my shoulders, curl into my vest, and hold onto me with more strength than necessary.
I draw light touches over her stomach, the inch of exposed flesh too tempting. I could easily find my way under those denim shorts, but I have to bank my need, hone it, make this what’s best for her instead of enacting all the dirty fantasies plaguing me for the last few days.
Cupping her between her thighs again, my touch is firm but slow, rubbing until her hips start to move with me.
Fuck, my cock strains against my jeans, throbbing with the reminder that I’m not getting everything I want. Not today.
That’s okay, though.
I’m going to get something no one else has. And that’s even better.
When I unbutton her shorts, the soft pop makes her gasp. Such a small noise to destroy me so completely.
Wren’s trembling as I slip my hand under the fabric and lace to touch her bare. Her nails pinch my bicep as she holds onto me. As if she needs to feel in control.
She’s not, but all she has to do is say stop, and I will.
Until then, though, I’m going to push her past her usual boundaries.
My fingers slide further down, a gentle caress across her lips, hot, swollen, and wet. I draw a finger along the line of her sex, sucking in a breath and holding it as she parts for me so easily.
The invitation is hard to resist.
A firmer touch makes her moan, her head tipping back as I toy with her entrance and circle back to her clit.
“Oh god.”
Grinning at her ear, I nip her lobe gently. “So responsive. How easy do you think it will be for me to make you come?”
A strangled sound catches in her throat.
I put more pressure on her clit, and her legs shake. Drawing my fingers back through the growing slick, I coat two fingers and nudge her entrance, working her up until her every breath comes out as a moan.
She’s so close, rocking into me, naturally seeking the pleasure I’ve promised her.
When I have Wren on that edge, I sink my fingers into her, pausing as she stiffens again, but she relaxes so completely a second later that I let loose, pumping my fingers into her, curling and tapping as she struggles against the impending orgasm.
Fuck, this is more than I could have hoped for. Fucking perfect woman. The only thing that could make it better would be her hand around my cock.
Because I’m aching for her.
