She moved her hips in a slow circle. “Is that so?” She moved again. “Then me telling you how wet and swollen I am for your cock won’t affect you at all?”
Suddenly, all he could think about was stripping Leyna and pounding into her from behind. “Stop it.”
“Why?” she purred. “Your body tells me what your mind doesn’t. Fuck me, Will. I’m burning for you.”
The rational side of his brain knew Leyna’s words and actions were probably a trick. Yet as desire pounded through his body, he knew nothing would get done until he was naked and inside her. He would finally be able to say good-bye to the woman who’d broken his heart.
Lightly tugging her hair, he murmured, “Don’t expect me to make love. I’m going to fuck you once as a good-bye. Then we’re going to talk.”
He tugged again and Leyna moaned. “Will.”
“I’m going to let you go and give you thirty seconds to undress. Do it, and I’ll take you. Try to pull something and I won’t be so gentle next time. Understand?”
“You were never this alpha before.”
He nibbled her earlobe before answering, “Sex first and talk later. Nod if you understand.”
For a split second, Will thought Leyna was going to say no. Then she gave a curt nod and he smiled. “Good.” He stepped back. “Thirty seconds, Leyna. Starting now.”
~~~
Petra’s original plan of distracting Will with her body had backfired. What had been one butt wiggle had turned into a dangerous game of desire and lust.
The combination of throbbing between her legs and her heart hammering inside her chest made it impossible for her to think straight. Controlling lust was easy with a stranger. However, it proved much harder with someone you’d dreamed of nearly every day for two years.
All it took was stripping naked to make her dreams a reality.
Will moved closer and his hot breath brushed against her cheek. What she wouldn’t give to feel it against her bare stomach, her thighs, her breasts.
Damn it. So much for being professional about this. She could fight her body, or she could satisfy it and move on.
Petra was honest enough with herself to know nothing would get done until she’d sated her traitorous body’s yearnings. After all, one quick fuck wouldn’t hurt anyone. Millie should be watching them and would create some sort of distraction if danger approached.
After nodding to his question, Will released her and gave her thirty seconds. Taking a deep breath, she clicked on the scrambler device in one of her other many hidden pockets to block out both Millie and anyone listening in. Then she turned to keep an eye on Will in case he tried something.
Yet as she took off her purse, tugged her blue sweater over her head and tossed it to the side, all Will did was drink her in slowly with his eyes. The heat she saw evaporated the last of her reservations; they both wanted this.
Unzipping her pants, she then kicked her shoes off and wiggled out of her pants, careful not to let anything hidden in the pockets fall to the ground; she might need the tools later.
Finally standing in her bra and underwear, she motioned toward Will. “Your turn.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Not until you’re naked.”
Damn, the steel in his voice was new. Leyna would’ve hated it, but Petra liked it far more than she would admit.
Taking one bra strap off and then another, she tugged it down to reveal her breasts. Will growled and her nipples turned to points in response.
She unclasped it. The scrap of material fell to the floor and she placed her thumbs under the waistband of her underwear. Petra could turn back and say no. Hell, she could take out the stun gun from her purse and incapacitate Will before he reacted. But the memory of her finger brushing against his hard cock was the last bit of convincing she needed to tug off her last piece of clothing and raise her hands at her side. “I’m done. Why do you still have your clothes on?”
Will’s gaze rose from her body and met hers. She shivered at the hunger she saw there.
He ripped off his shirt and pants. Petra barely had time to drink in the sight of his chiseled abs and long cock jutting from his body before he tore open a condom and rolled it down his dick.
Before she could think about how he’d come prepared and must have expected this, Will had her in his arms. His hands roamed down her back to her ass and he lifted. Out of instinct, she wrapped her legs around his waist, which put his dick against her clit.
Will squeezed her ass cheeks before murmuring, “I hope you’re ready because I’m not going to hold back.”
Since the scrambler blocked out Millie from hearing their conversation, Petra spoke the truth. “Stop talking and show me.”