“Nay. You’ll stay upright for this.” His eyes burned into hers as he spoke, compelling her to obey. To stay standing so that he could torture her some more. She could feel his strong chest against her back, the length of his thighs against hers. The steel of his cock pressed against her.
He wanted her. Wanted to be touching her, tasting her. The idea was thrilling, and so arousing it was all she coul
d do to stay on her feet, desperate to see what he would do. There was something unbearably erotic about watching the two of them in the glass, watching as his fingers traced her skin and his eyes stayed rapt on hers.
His agile fingers began to undo her pants. She held her breath as he pushed them down, scared to do anything that might stop him.
Waiting.
Wanting.
Warren watched her in the glass, trying his damnedest not to grab her and throw her on the bed and fall on top of her like an animal. He’d accepted that she’d be the one with whom he broke his vow of celibacy—nay, delighted in it—but this wasn’t about that.
Somewhere along the line, he’d begun to truly care for her. Enough to see that she cut herself off from the world and the people in it because she expected so little of it. She expected so little for herself. He wanted her to know how badly he wanted her, and for how many reasons.
“I could watch you like this for days,” he said, as his hand returned to the juncture of her thighs. He repressed a shudder at the feel of her. “I could watch as my hands touch your body, all softness and heat. As my mouth traces across your skin, tasting you.”
“Warren,” she gasped, her head dropping back to his chest.
“Nay.” His voice was harsh. “Look up. I want to see your face as I touch you. Want you to see mine.”
She moaned, then tilted her head up until her fiery amber eyes met his. They were heavy-lidded with desire, her lush lips parted as her breath sawed in and out of her lungs. He teased her, skimming his fingertips over her pussy, letting her know what she could have, but withholding it. Just so he could watch her want him. Watch the desperate desire flash across her beautiful face and know that he’d put it there.
“You want me to touch you?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Where do you want me to touch you?”
Reluctance flashed across her face, just briefly. Enough to let him know that she wasn’t lost in him yet. That she still held doubts. He couldn’t bear it. He nodded at her, hoping she would answer his command.
“You know where,” she gasped, her eyes hot on his and her breaths coming quicker.
“Aye, lassie. I do. Now spread your legs,” he said, loving the way she so quickly obliged, toeing off her boots and kicking off her jeans.
When she was stripped from the waist down, her T-shirt riding just above her dark curls, he watched her eyes as he dipped his fingers into the heat of her, gently separating her folds to get to her glorious wetness.
“You’re so soft here. So perfect.” His voice sounded harsher to his ears, from the blood roaring through his head and the desire that clogged his throat. “So wet and slick and sweet.”
He ran his fingers in circles over her clitoris, watching in awe as her face clouded with pleasure.
“You like that.” It was more statement than question. She trembled in his arms, a woman whose strength astounded him. He moved his free hand to one of hers, holding it against the glass and not breaking eye contact.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, wanting to hear it on her lips.
“I want you inside of me.” There was no hesitation in her words, only desire.
“Here?” He teased at her entrance, pushing one finger gently inside. She nodded, and he fitted it fully inside of her. “Gods, you’re perfect. I want to be inside of you.”
“Yes.” She moaned, her eyelids fluttering with pleasure.
He smiled, then rubbed her clitoris with his thumb and pushed his finger deeper inside of her. She moved her hips in a dance that made his cock throb with desire. Unable to help himself, he began to thrust against her, marveling at the pleasure.
“Warren!” She was breathless, the color high in her cheeks. “I want more.”
“This?” He pushed another finger inside of her, marveling at the way she gripped him, and fucked her with his fingers.
“Yes. No. I mean… I want you.” She pressed her ass back against him, and he groaned into her hair. Yes.