She met his gaze, all humor and pretense falling away.
“I’ll give you anything you want.” His voice was low and gravelly. “You just have to ask.”
“Please,” she breathed.
He stood up slowly and stalked toward her. He could see her holding her breath, watching his every move until he stopped to tower over her. Then he brushed his thumb along her jaw.
She let the breath out of her lungs then, a long sigh, and closed her eyes at his touch. She was still wearing the same outfit from dinner, a short wool skirt and V-neck sweater, which meant he could see the blush spread across her chest. He traced it acrossher skin, taking his time as his fingers skimmed her neck down to her collarbone. Then he knelt down before her. His hands rested above her knees and she jumped slightly at his firm grip before her body loosened again, leaning back. An invitation.
He slid his fingers up her smooth thighs under the edge of her skirt, the material gathering at her hips. He had spent so much of dinner imagining his hand reaching up this same way that he was already hard, straining against his boxers.
“What are you thinking right now?” she whispered, her chest rising as she inhaled sharply.
“Oh, so many things,” he murmured, watching his fingers graze the thin cotton of her underwear. “First, I want to take these off.”
His hands inched up further until he grasped the elastic waistband and slowly pulled them down and off, watching her expression as he did. Her breathing turned slower and heavier, matching his own deep inhales.
He leaned down and kissed the inside of her thigh. Jesus, he couldn’t wait to taste her, feel her, make her say his name as she came. He wanted to savor it, too, draw it out so he could commit every moment to memory.
“Is there anything else we need to talk about?” he asked softly.
“I mentioned the orgasms, right?”
He chuckled. “Yeah.”
“Then I think we covered it.”
He took control then. A hand on either thigh, he spread her legs wide, revealing her to him. His chest tightened at the welcome sight of her, and he leaned down, slowly planting soft kisses up her thigh. His lips followed where his fingers had just been, his breath hot on her skin as he journeyed up until his tongue glided through her center. He was deliberate and slow with his pressure, licking,then sucking, as her hips jerked up to meet him. Her moans and sighs echoed in his ears.
Jesus, he could get lost in her forever. Each whimper, every shiver from her made him harder, and he had to adjust himself as he rolled his tongue, teasing her until he could feel her thighs start to shake under his touch.
“Oh God…” she gasped. He wrapped his hand around her leg and put it over his shoulder, his angle deeper, making her head fall back as she cried out.
Her body trembled and shuddered while his mouth, unrelenting, increased its pace. His fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her thighs the more she moved and lost control.
“Knightley…” His name was a cry. “So… close…”
One hand gripped the arm of her chair while the other went to his hair, tangling in his dark locks as her hips rose up to meet his rhythm, her breathing labored. Then he slipped two fingers inside of her, curling them just so until he could feel her tightening around him.
She gasped as she came but he didn’t stop, his tongue tracing lazy circles around that most sensitive part of her until her body sagged, her muscles limp. Then he gently pulled back to look at her from under his brow, watching as she blinked her eyes open.
“We should talk things out more often,” she murmured, a sated smile on her lips.
He smiled back and leaned forward, kissing her shoulder, nipping at her skin. “I’m going to remind you that you said that.”
She laughed, a husky sound that sent a charge under his skin. One more kiss right below her ear, then he stood, gently taking her hand and pulling her up from the chair. He took his time undressing her, carefully pulling her sweater over her head andunzipping her skirt so it pooled on the floor. When he was done, she reached down and tugged at his sweatpants, working them down his legs so they joined her pile of clothes on the floor.
It took all his strength to stand there as she studied his naked body, as her fingernails traced down his arms and chest. It was like she wanted to try to memorize every inch of him. The thought made his pulse trip, and his hands became fists at his sides with the effort required to keep them in place.
Then she looked up, her green eyes meeting his, and it was like a tether snapped. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing him hard, and he groaned with relief, opening his lips and meeting her frenzy as she pushed him backward onto the soft covers of the bed. Her body was pressed close to him, her limbs tangled with his, but it wasn’t close enough. Christ, it would never be close enough.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered as his lips moved to her neck.
“Knightley…”
It was a soft plea, and he knew she didn’t want to wait any longer. He reluctantly pulled himself back to hover over her, kissing her jaw once before he began to rise. “Give me a second.”
“Where are you going?”
