Play with Me (With Me in Seattle 3)

“No way. My bed first, kitchen later.”

“Okay,” I agree. I lean back, completely confident that he won’t drop me and unbutton his shirt. He sets me on my feet at the edge of the bed, turns on a sidelight and grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head in one swift move.

I immediately reach for his shirt but he backs out of my grasp.

“Come here, I want you naked.”

“Let me look at you,” he murmurs, bringing me to a stop.

“No, you’ve seen me. Let me see you, babe. Seriously, I’m gonna die if you don’t get naked like thirty seconds ago.”

His eyes burn over my body as he quickly shucks off his jeans and shirt, leaving just his tight, white, short boxer briefs.

I allow myself the luxury of standing and staring at him. Dear God, he’s physically perfect. The muscles in his arms, chest, abs and legs are defined. He’s sporting that sexy V down his hips, disappearing into those sexy as fuck underwear. His body is so well taken care of, it’s almost intimidating.

“So this is what you do when you’re off training every day.” I realize I must have said that out loud when Will smirks. “You’re just… wow.”

And cue the self-consciousness. I’m not too fat, not too thin, I’m just an average girl. I’m not terribly toned. I don’t run. I work a demanding job that keeps me on the go, so I don’t work out often.

I start to cover myself, but Will quickly lifts me in his arms and gently lays me down on his bed, covering me with his large, hard body.

“No covering up this amazing body, sweetheart.”

I smirk and try to look away but he grips my chin and forces me to look him in the eye. “You. Are. Amazing. Meg, I love a woman who looks like a woman. I don’t want to be worried that I’ll snap you in half, and when I lay on your stomach, I don’t want your ribs poking me in the face.”

He braces himself on his elbows at the side of my head, buries his fingers in my hair and kisses the dimple in my cheek and then down to my neck.

“You smell good. Like fresh air.” His lips travel down my neck to my collar bones and then down my sternum. I brush my hands over his arms and shoulders, up through his soft hair, and then down his shoulders again.

“Will…”

“Shh. Let me enjoy you.”

“You’ve already enjoyed me. It’s my turn,” I whine and he smiles against my stomach.

“You’ll get a turn, trust me, babe. But first I want to kiss this delicious body all over.”

I wiggle beneath him, impatient.

“We’ve waited long enough. Can’t we fuck fast first and then make love after?”

He moves up me quickly, lowers onto me so I’m cradling his pelvis in my own. His eyes are on fire and he’s panting.

“We aren’t going to fuck, Meg. Even when it’s hard and fast or a little rough or a lot dirty, I’m not fucking you. In the kitchen, in the bedroom, on my car, or any damn where I want to take you, will not be fucking. Fucking is for strangers or people who don’t give a shit about each other.” He circles his hips, pushing his erection against me, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan.

“Okay,” I whisper and close my eyes.

“Open your eyes.” I comply. “You’re not a fast fuck for me. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“I think so.”

“We haven’t spent all this time together, getting to know each other, driving each other crazy, to have a quick fuck and go our separate ways. You need to understand, Megan, once I make love to you, you’re mine.”

I feel my eyes go wide and jaw drop and I can just stare up at him in shock. Did he just say that?

And why doesn’t it scare the living hell out of me?

He’s looking at me, waiting for a reaction, and suddenly, I feel… happy. This is who I want. This is where I’m supposed to be.

“Say something, darlin’, ‘cause I’m dying here.”

I run my fingers through his hair and cup his face in my hands, drawing him down to me so I can kiss his lips gently. I brush over them once, twice, my eyes never leaving his.

“You are so mine.” I whisper and watch with satisfaction as his eyes dilate and the breath he’s holding escapes him.

“You bet your sweet ass I am,” he growls and takes my mouth again, harder this time, as though he’s branding me. He moves down my body again, paying close attention to each breast, down my stomach and then abruptly flips me over.

“Hey! I can’t see you from here.”

“This is an angle I haven’t explored before.” I hear the smile in his voice. “I see the dimple in your cheek isn’t the only dimple you have, babe.”

“It’s impolite to mention my cellulite the first time we have sex, Will. You haven’t even been inside me yet.”

He slaps my ass firmly, making me yelp.

“Hey!”

“There is no cellulite back here. But you do have the cutest dimples right above your ass.” He kisses and then nibbles each of them, making me raise my ass in the air. “You have the sweetest rear-end.” He kisses each cheek, and the next thing I know, he’s parted my cheeks, spreading my labia open, and his mouth is on me.

“Holy shit!” His large hands pin my hips to the bed and his mouth is going to town on me, sucking, lapping, nibbling, and when he sucks my clit and my metal into his mouth, I come unglued, pushing my pussy against his mouth and screaming into the pillow, my muscles pulsing.

Finally, he loosens his grip and I flip myself over beneath him, brush my hair off my face, and before I can say anything, he lifts my hips and puts his mouth on me again, harder this time, rhythmically pushing his tongue in and out of me while his nose pushes on my piercing.

It’s too much.

“I can’t,” I murmur but he only grunts against me and speeds the movements of his amazing tongue.

“Will, damn it, I can’t.” He pulls his face away from me and replaces his mouth with fingers, two of them, slowly working my vagina, spreading the wetness around my lips and clit.

“Yes, you can. I need to get you good and ready, babe, so I don’t hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me.”

“If you’re not ready, I will.”

“I’m fucking ready already!” I yell in frustration and he laughs.

“Almost. God, you’re so tight, honey.”

I look down at him, down his body that is now tense with lust and need, and see his large erection straining against his shorts.