“Okay, um…” I stand up trying to figure out how to take the lead. I opt to go with the obvious. “Undress me slowly. Don’t rip it.”
Wyn chuckles and rises. He turns me away from him. His body heat warms my back and the gentle glide of his fingers on my exposed neck and back weakens my knees. Making him take the slow approach is more torture than I anticipated. The lace teases me along with his touch. He has me dripping wet by the time I’m nude.
Watching him take in my body is its own level of foreplay. Wyn is sitting on his knees on the floor as he studies me like I’m a statue built out of the finest marble. It’s intoxicating. I wonder why he hasn’t moved until I remember his deal. I’m in charge.
“Stand up, Wyn.” He does as I say, and my eyes fall back to his body part tenting his pants. “Take off your shirt.”
The sight of his bare chest is something I’ve secretly fantasized about long before we came up on an agreement. I wasn’t as far gone as Karessa with Oran, but Wyn has been on my mind since we officially met at the wedding.
His chest moves with each breath and I’m sure I can get off from watching his abs contract. He’s only about a foot away from me but it’s too far.
“Kiss me,” I whisper.
Caerwyn is on me fast, grabbing my waist and pulling me close. I don’t realize how sensitive my nipples are until they rub his bare chest. He leans in until his lips are a breath from mine.
“Where?” he asks. “Be specific.” His jaw clenches as he tries to tamp down his excitement. “The more explicit the better.”
Damn.
My belly flutters from his instructions. I want to be as bad as he wants me to be but I’m still working on it.
“Kiss me,” I run my finger along his lips. “Here.”
I can’t hold back the moan that falls out when he claims my mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck and my fingers slide through his hair. Wyn teases me with his tongue until I demand with my lips for him to give me what I want. Melting. That’s the only way to describe how my body melds into his. It's almost overwhelming. I pull away and step out of his embrace.
Turning, I walk to the bed and sit on the edge. “Come here.”
He stops at the edge of the bed and I lie down. Being brave, I look him in his hot eyes and speak my next command. “Strip.”
Wyn sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. Too slow for my liking, he unties his pants. I see a light dusting of hair when he pushes his pants down. My eyes move to the part of him I’m most curious about right now. He’s beautiful. Seeing him naked is such a treat that I roll to my side just to peruse my trophy.
He’s mine and that’s not changing anytime soon. Wyn -- naked and aroused -- stands there, allowing me to inspect his body without a trace of bashfulness. In fact, he puts his hands on his hips and smiles down at me.
“Like what you see?”
I snap my fingers. “Oh, right. You expect me to oversee this. Okay, I’m giving back the reins. I say you take over.”
Wyn’s grin is wicked as he walks over to me and climbs on the bed until he’s hovering over me. His erection pokes my belly, making me nervous and excited.
“Okay, since I’m in charge. I command you to tell me what you want.”
I scoff because I should have known his lawyer side would come out to play.
“Ugh...fine. Kiss me again.”
He complies by delivering teasing pecks that do nothing but frustrate me. Grabbing his head, I pull him flush against my body and take the kiss I want. My tongue slides into his mouth, enjoying the taste of him. His hands are still at my sides and haven’t moved to touch me.
“Touch me,” I beg against his lips.
“Where?”
“Everywhere.”
I don’t have specifics right now. I just want his hands all over me. Wyn drops to his left, so he’s partially on top of me and his leg pushes mine apart. I whimper through the kiss at the feel of his thumb teasing my nipple. His touch ignites my need to experience anything I’ve ever read that made me blush. My lack of requests is the only thing standing between me and the things I wish to try.
Luckily, verbally isn’t the only way to make requests. Wyn groans through our kiss when I push his hand down and between my legs. I suck in a breath when his fingers glide over my sensitive nub. I rock my hips to seek that pleasure again.
“Again,” I request with my hand moving his back where I want it.