Fatal Attraction (Dark Desires 4)

“Yeah,” I rasp back. “I have been thinking about kissing you as well. It feels much better in person.”

“Oh, fuck me, you’re right about that one. It really does. So much better.”

I hitch myself up onto the table, pushing myself into a sitting position. I part my thighs, inviting him in, and he takes full advantage, pressing himself into me so I can feel how rock hard he is already. Fuck, it feels good!

Will grabs at my dress needily, he pulls at it as if he wants to shred it to pieces just to get it off me. I rise my butt of the wood so he can get it off. I want it gone as well, and as it flies from my body it feels good. I get that super intense self confidence again which seems to come from him, it’s insane.

His hands run all over my skin as he lowers to his knees between my legs. My eyes fall close and my head lolls backwards as desire claims me. Ragged breaths fall out of my mouth, I cling so tightly to the table that I can feel my knuckles turning a funny shade of white. I need something to keep me fixed in place.

“Oh God,” I moan as his fingers loop over the waist band of my panties. This time I picked the hot red pair on purpose. I knew that I might want him to see them. “Oh, Will, you are fucking driving me crazy.”

I force myself to snap my eyes open as I can feel the prickling of his eyes upon me. I can see the deep warmth of his gaze as I stare down at him, just as he pulls the panties from my body. The material of the underwear tingles against my skin as he pulls them over my hyper sensitive thighs. I can feel prickles absolutely everywhere.

Once I’m cold and exposed, I suck in a deep breath and I hold it there for a few moments in anticipation. Will moves his mouth closer, allowing his breath to tickle me. It’s hard for me to keep sitting still with this deep shiver racing up and down my spine. Already I feel like I might explode like those fireworks, and he hasn’t even touched me yet. I want him to, I’m trying to beg him with my stare, but he’s taking his time. Probably to tease me.

“Holy fuck!” But then the moment happens. In a shocking second, he presses his lips into me and he flicks his tongue over my clit. I’m on fire, and that becomes even more obvious as he explores me with his mouth.

Will’s mouth touches me in a way that I haven’t ever been touched before. His lips brush over my soaking wet slit, his tongue darts in and out of me, the patterns he traces over my clit are everything.

“Fuck,” I gasp out, needing to express myself somehow. “Fucking hell, oh my God, Will.”

His hands grab onto my butt so he can fix me in place, he keeps me still while he controls me. He might be the one on his knees, subservient to me, but still he seems to be t

he one who has all the power. I reach my fingers into his hair and brush his head while he commands me, while he pushes me closer to the edge of desire.

“Oh shit!” The orgasm hits me like a punch in the stomach. It’s so powerful and shocking that I buckle completely under the weight of it all. I lose all the function in my muscles and I flop backwards onto the table, giving up completely. I become a slave to the sensations that make me writhe and wriggle. It fills me up, consumes my chest with butterflies, heats me up and relaxes me all at once. “Oh, my fucking God, Will.”

I like him. The thought hits me hard. I like him far too much. As the orgasm shatters me, I let my feelings for Will swallow me up whole. This could even be the guy that I fall in love with, properly, for the first time.

God, I’m insane. I’m letting my heart run away with me. I need my head to snap back into gear to get the better of me. But it doesn’t. My head is flying, I don’t even know where I am anymore.

Once the pleasure subsides, I prop myself up onto my elbows, expecting to stand, but it seems that Will has other ideas. He grips onto my hips and drags me further down the table until my butt is hanging over the edge, and he slowly tugs his trousers down. I chew down on my bottom lip and watch in awe as he grips onto his thick cock and he brings it closer to me. I clench myself in anticipation while I wait for him.

Will leans over me and he kisses me lightly while he pushes himself into me. As he pulls back he drags me into a sitting position so I can wrap my arms around him and cling to him while we thrust against one another. Will thrusts hard and fast, he braces against my clit every single time, which somehow makes the blissful sensation feel even better. It lasts longer and intensifies making me feel like I’m in heaven. I cling tightly to Will, making sure that whatever it is he’s doing doesn’t end. My needy heart is gagging for it.

As I come the second time, Will does at the same time, which builds and deepens our bond. We kiss frantically throughout it all, swallowing up one another’s screams as we do. I feel more connected to him than I ever have done before, which only reinforces the idea that we’re meant to be. I was meant to meet this guy, I’m sure of it.

Even if Annabelle and Landon don’t last, their wedding won’t have been for nothing. It’ll have brought me and Will together and that means something. I really think that this could be the start of something…

“Let me take you to bed,” Will murmurs as he picks me up. “Why can’t we ever just make it to the bed?”

I love his bed. It’s much bigger and softer than mine. It seems that his bedroom is the one room in his apartment that he actually cares about. I suppose that makes sense, he works hard and needs rest. In my tiny apartment, it’s the living room, which I’m now realizing might be a mistake. If only I had a bigger salary, I could make my bedroom better… but maybe I won’t have to if I’m going to be here more often than not then I won’t need to.

God, what is wrong with me? I sneer at myself. Why can’t I stop getting ahead of myself?

It’s hard when I’m here in Will’s arms, he makes me feel so safe that I can’t seem to stop myself. There’s something about him that makes me feel like I can fall if I want to. He hasn’t given me any reason to be afraid and I like that about him. Well, really I like everything about him. I’m going to prove Michelle and the rest of them wrong.

Chapter Ten – Will

“So, there were deals going down at the firework display and you didn’t arrest the guys?” I snap at the two younger cops who are right now trying to justify why they fucked up last night. I don’t even know their names yet, and if this is how they work then I guess I won’t have to. “How the fuck are you going to explain that?”

They share a look, one where I’m sure they’re trying to work out their stories with one another. I grit my teeth, doing what I can to keep my red hot burning temper inside while I wait. I would love nothing more than to knock some sense into these assholes, but I really can’t. I’ve seen officers lash out in a mood before and it never ends well. Suspensions, fines, and an endless stream of bullshit paper work. I hate nothing more than paper work.

“We didn’t get anyone in directly,” one of them offers. “But the note might be a clue, right?”

The note… the fucking note. Just another prod from Kingpin winding me up. This clue is so much worse than any of the others because it only confirms what I already suspected. Well, I didn’t so much suspect as I allowed myself to believe in my own paranoia, but now it seems clear. Kingpin knows I’m after him and he wants me to be aware that I don’t stand a chance in hell of catching him. That cocky fucker is killing me.

“The note?” I sneer, trying to play it down. “You mean the bit of paper that says ‘Right under our nose, WY.’? That one? You going to tell me that this is meant for us and you aren’t actually reaching?” My voice is getting too high, I’m almost at the point of yelling but I can’t stop it. I’m fuming. Fucking fuming. “Hmm? Well?”