With every step, I knew with certainty that this was a mistake. With every step, I knew I didn’t care.
It would be like everything else.
I could plead insanity.
Just for a little while.
Nine
Arabella
The door slammed behind me, and I whipped around, backing away slower than Willem prowled toward me.
I wanted to be caught, but I enjoyed the chase too.
My back hit the banister, and I looked side to side. Up the stairs to the bedroom or over to the living room. My mind quickly flashed with visions of what his stare promised. Each position more deviant than the last.
When he stood less than an arm’s length away, I twisted to the side and tried to run up the stairs, but he was faster. He snatched my wrist and whirled me around to the wall by the steps like he had at the bar and blocked my escape. Except this time, he didn’t hold back. He didn’t fist his hands in resistance on either side of my head. No. He followed with intention, and before I could blink, his mouth was on mine.
I didn’t hesitate. I pressed to my toes, adding to the pressure of the kiss. My hands gripped his waist and tugged him to meet me halfway, groaning at the hard length pressing to my stomach. His kiss was as hard as him. The thick scruff surrounding his lips abraded my skin and smeared my lipstick. I knew I looked a mess, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to eat me up and make a mess of every inch of me. Just so I could turn around and do the same to him.
His teeth dug into my bottom lip, pulling a shocked gasp from me.
“I’ve wanted to do that since I opened the door to you chewing on it.”
“What took you so long?” I taunted.
“Goddamn, you’re so sassy. I wanted to tame that mouth too.” His thumb came up to replace his teeth. “Will you let me tame this pretty mouth?”
It took everything I had not to drop to my knees there, but somewhere in the back of my mind, our age difference lingered, and I wanted to be enough woman for him. I wanted to make him fight for it. We’d waited so long—danced around our want—that I wasn’t going to be some easy teenager for him to fuck.
“Maybe. Will you let me tame yours?”
I shrieked when he growled, reaching down far enough to wrap his two large hands around my thighs and hoist me up around his waist. He made the decision for us and moved up the stairs, the wood creaking under our weight. Unable to help myself, I used my legs to rub up and down his abdomen, craving friction any way I could get it.
“Soaking through my fucking shirt.”
“I need you,” I whispered in his ear, growing desperate.
As quick as he picked me up, he stopped and set me down. We’d only made it halfway up the stairs, but he apparently needed me too.
He stood tall, looming above me, and whipped his shirt over his head, exposing every inch of rippling muscle. I swear I almost drooled.
Damn. Uncle Willem was hot.
No. Just Will tonight.
I didn’t get much time to admire his body because he dropped to his knees a couple steps below and wedged his shoulders between my thighs, pushing my skirt up as he went. I opened my mouth to tell him I needed to take my skirt off to get to what he wanted, but it died in my throat when the tip of his tongue probed through the fabric right where I ached the most.
“Even through the cotton, you taste like fucking heaven. Let’s see how you taste on my tongue.”
He slipped his fingers under the elastic, brushing the lips of my pussy, before pulling the fabric to the side and diving in. His tongue brushed from the bottom of my opening all the way to the top just to swirl around my clit. I cried out and thrust up, the pleasure unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
He latched on and sucked, flicking his tongue back and forth like it was a race to my orgasm. My head fell back against the steps and one hand moved to palm my breast, helping him reach the finish line. As if he sensed my movement, his hand shot up to grip my wrist, pulling it away. With one last swipe, he leaned back, and I wanted to whimper at the loss.
“I touch you.”
“Then do it.”
Will delivered a smirk that rivaled mine, distracting me so much, I missed his hands lifting to rip my top down. My breasts popped free, the cool air hardening my nipples to tight points.
“Fuck, yes. Just as perfect as I imagined.”
“You i-imagined me?” I breathed, stuttering over the words when his tongue flicked the tip.