“Okay,” she answered, and he once again claimed her mouth.
CHAPTER16
“Upstairs.”His growl sent a shiver through her, and she complied, hurrying up the steps. “My bed.”
The reminder was completely unnecessary because his words had echoed in her mind through goodbyes and the ride home. His bedroom was much like the rest of the house—beautifully crafted with dark woods and warm tones, but also streamlined. Nothing was out of place. Dressers, nightstands, and a large armchair. The center of the room was filled with the cleanly made king-size bed covered with the gray plaid comforter.
“Don’t move.” He stood by the armchair in the corner, removing his jacket. When the navy blazer was folded neatly over the arm, he loosened and removed his red tie.
She took a step toward him.
“Don’t move.” The command held more bite this time. His attention stayed locked on her as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the chair as well. Both shoes were toed off before he stalked toward her in just his T-shirt and suit pants, his corded arms on full display.
He circled her once, taking her in from each angle. One rough finger ran up her arm, causing her body to break out in goose bumps.
“I’ll make you feel good, Aly.” He brushed her hair over her far shoulder with the back of his hand and dropped his lips to the exposed skin, then traced along the curve of her shoulder with his tongue.
Her breath caught and her heart pounded at the sensations sparking through her.
“Trust me. But I’m not gentle,” he murmured against her skin before he sank his teeth into the flesh between her neck and shoulder.
She whimpered. “Yes.”
“I want this dress on the floor, and I want to see you.”
She swallowed, her body going tense. She scanned the bright room, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. It wasn’t that she was insecure, but her stomach wasn’t flat. Her hips were round, and her thighs were fleshy.
“No hiding yourself.” He growled. “This body has invaded my thoughts and dreams for weeks.” From behind her, he ran a hand up her ribs and claimed her breast. “These tits? I’m obsessed with the way they pull against every shirt you own. I’ve never seen such perfectly round breasts.” He rubbed his thumb over her nipple until it hardened, and then he pinched it.
A spark of desire rushed from her breast to her core, and she squeezed her legs at the pressure.
“I want to bury my face in them. Then I want to drag my tongue down your stomach, to the hips I’ve longed to feel against me.” He trailed a hand down the path he’d just described, resting it firmly on her hip. “The way they flare out in the perfect curve right next to the ass I stare at every chance I get.”
Her breath came faster, his words heating her as much as his touch.
He moved on, this time squeezing her thigh. “These beautiful legs. Soft and full and so ready for me to bury my face between.” His palm settled against her core, and he dropped his mouth to press against her ear. “Because I need this pussy. I need to make it mine.”
She hadn’t even noticed that he’d undone the zipper of her dress with his other hand until he stepped back and the dress fell in a heap around her feet. He moved in front of her, his eyes eating up every inch of her, then stepped close and snaked his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to him.
“You’re beautiful.”
The words had hardly left his lips before his mouth was on her again. He skimmed back up her legs, the rough pads of his fingertips lighting up every place they touched, and rested his hands on her ass, pulling her tight against his sizable erection.
Her body was vibrating with desire for this man. She slid both hands up under his cotton shirt, finding the contours of his abs and pecs. Every inch of him was hot and hard. She wanted to feel his rough skin against her own, and Will helped her with that by grabbing his collar at the back of his neck and yanking his shirt off in one rapid movement.
Featherlight, he ran a hand along her back and undid the clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts. He stepped back and cupped them before her bra had even hit the floor and then buried his face between them. The scruff of his jaw punished her skin as he moved his head back and forth before claiming a nipple. The first lap of his tongue made her hips buck, and the heat of his breath when he chuckled almost made her do it again. The press of his teeth was somewhere between pleasure and pain as he bit into her pebbled nipple. She hissed, and he did it again, sending pulses of pleasure to settle between her legs. He traced a path back down her ribs and grabbed her hip, then spun her so he could back her toward the bed.
Her knees hit the mattress, and he lowered her onto her back.
“Best fucking thing I’ve seen in months.” Will gazed down, his eyes burning into her.
“My view isn’t bad either,” Aly said. The man was perfect. Broad shoulders, a dusting of hair on his defined chest and tight abs. She yearned to feel all that muscle against her. And her core clenched as he released his zipper and dropped his pants to the floor.
His erection pushed against the gray fabric of his boxer briefs, long and thick and demanding to be free. He leaned forward and climbed onto the bed, settling himself over her.
He groaned deep and pressed hard against her. “The way you feel against me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.”
She arched into him in return. And as if he understood what she wanted, he peeled her panties down her legs, then slipped his fingers into her silky folds, eliciting moans from them both.