by Nic Saint
She closed her eyes as she reveled in the warmth of his embrace. She had no idea what the morrow would bring, and whether he would still be here when she woke, but she decided that for the moment, she would not care.
He was here with her now, and even if tomorrow she returned to her old apartment and her old life or was faced with paying the three point five million dollars in damages incurred, she wouldn’t dwell on that now.
She wouldn’t even think about the fact that pictures of her naked self were now shared across servers and computers all over the world, and that she would probably never again walk the street and feel the look of a stranger without wondering if he’d seen her in her birthday suit. It was a spur of the moment decision, like so many of her decisions were, and she didn’t regret it.
She just hoped Will didn’t regret it either, or the rest of his family.
And then, before her mind spun away into a dreamless state, she felt his lips press on the top of her head, and she smiled against his chest, and then drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
Chapter 28
The following morning, Kelley was awakened when tendrils of sunshine tickled her eyelids, turning the world an orange glow. When she opened them, she found herself gazing into pools of the deepest green and giggled at the notion of waking up next to Will—waking up next to any man, an experience that was entirely novel to her.
“Hey, there,” she breathed.
“Hey, yourself.” He leaned over and gently trailed his hand along her arm, and only now did she see she was still dressed in the same shirt she’d worn the night before.
As her eyes dipped down to take him in, she gasped in horror. “Will! Your face!”
He grinned. “What? Not the handsome mug you’re accustomed to?”
She touched her hand to the welts and bruises, now all black and blue, and the cuts that had turned an angry red. “Oh, Will,” she sighed, and was close to tears at the thought of what those horrible men had done to him.
“Like I said,” he returned good-naturedly, “you should see the other guy.”
He moved in for a tender kiss placed delicately on her lips, and if she’d been afraid to kiss him lest he might hurt, she wasn’t afraid now, as the heat suffused her and lit the flame of desire in her being.
His tongue licked along her lips, then he nibbled tenderly as his hand slid along her back and eased her closer to him. Eagerly, she pressed up against him, and slipped her arms around his neck, giving herself completely to the embrace.
“Oh, Will,” she murmured as his lips traced down along her throat before feathering kisses on the delicate skin beneath her ear, briefly nuzzling her earlobe.
He whispered, “A man could get used to waking up like this.”
And so could she, she reflected, but the thought of the grime and dirt of the previous night stole into her consciousness, and she decided she needed a shower before the heat crackling between them overpowered common sense. Pushing away from him with reluctance, she whispered, “I better shower now.”
A lazy smile spread across his damaged features, and he flung back the covers and hopped from the bed, then groaned as his feet hit the carpet. “Ouch,” he winced as shoots of pain shot through his entire body.
Easing Kelley’s qualms with a crooked grin, he walked round the bed and opened the door to the bathroom. “After you, My Lady,” he offered.
He watched as she slid from the bed, her lithe figure graceful and pliant, and when she crossed the room to him, he scooped her into his arms and pulled her in for a tender kiss. She was just the right fit, he found—just right for him—and as his hands dipped down to her breasts, she mashed them against him, the soft warmth intoxicating. Then, with a giggle, she escaped the circle of his embrace and tiptoed into the bathroom. He watched her perky behind sashay toward the shower cabin and then, as she threw a sultry gaze over her shoulder, eased her trademark black T-shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor.
Then she bent over and as he watched her push her slip down along her slim and shapely legs, he felt his cock grow rigid and hungry, the sliver of pussy peeping from between her thighs winking at him invitingly.
God, he had to have her, and he had to have her now, or else he’d self-combust where he stood.
The moment she stepped lightly into the shower and opened the tap, the water streaming down her sculpted frame, he quickly undressed, flinging his clothes where they fell, and joined her.
He watched the soapy suds slide down her shoulders, along her slim back and down to her pert asscheeks and he allowed his hands to roam freely along her sudsy frame, covering her behind in his hands then moving up along her belly before cupping her tits, feeling their weight and enjoying the sensation of her ass pressed up against his insistent erection.
A soft mewling sound formed at the back of Kelley’s throat as she felt Will’s hands roaming freely over her soapy body, then felt the heft of his cock press against her behind. Cheekily, she rubbed up against him, eliciting an impassioned groan from him.
“God, you’re driving me nuts, honey,” he whispered against her ear as he splayed his fingers across the soft flesh of her breasts, squeezing her puckered nipples and pressing her up against him.
She let her head fall back, and when he claimed her mouth, she bucked her hips, mashing herself against his erection, wanting to feel him inside her. Their tongues licked and explored while her hands trailed along his hips and then further back, feeling the muscles of his buttocks strain with the movement of his pelvis. Then, continuing her exploration, her fingers deftly closed around his burgeoning cock, and she was both surprised and aroused by the size of him under her hand.
He was hot to the touch, the fire of his arousal radiating from his sex.
Unable to restrain herself any longer, she stood on her tippy-toes, spreading her legs, and eased the tip of his cock between her wet pussy lips. The moment he entered her, they both moaned with the pleasure of the heat and the sensation of being reunited with the other.
Finally, he was inside her again, and it had never felt this good. Perhaps knowing he loved her added to the sensation of rightness and pleasure.
She moved back against him, and when he eased deeper between her folds, she whimpered with the exquisite pleasure of feeling all that hardness pressing into her flesh, penetrating the heart of her sex. And then he was fucking her deeply and without restraint, pounding his rock-hard lance into the crevasse that welcomed him with every thrust, and she slammed back against him as she bent over, her hands spread against the white tile while water streamed down over their bodies.
Taking a firm grip on her hips, he pushed her onto him, spearing her onto his boiling hot rod as the tip elicited pleasurable burst after climactic sensation from her deepest core. And gradually, with every pumping motion, she was carried higher and higher on a sea of pleasure until climax exploded between her thighs, erupting into her brain and rocketing out across her lithe frame with an intensity that had her shivering and quaking against him and crying out his name over and over again.
He gently eased out of her and then flipped her around, so they were facing each other, and as his towering cock found the entrance to her sex of its own accord, he swept the hairs plastered across her brow back and cradled her face in his hands as his eyes raked hers, heat scorching. And as she witnessed the dark lust reflected on his face as he moved into her, she cried out with every thrust, leaning back and grinding her moistness against the cradle of his loins, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist as he easily held her up, his strong hands clasped firmly beneath her buttocks, her hands laced behind his neck.
Their gazes unwavering, she felt more than she saw the pitch of his thrusts suddenly increasing, and she knew he was quickly reaching the point of no return. Then she felt her own belly shivering and trembling, her pussy spasming around the thick shaft pummeling her into oblivion, and as she heaved a desperate gasp, she was thrown into yet another climax, just when he cried out. She fe
lt the hot spurts erupt from the depths of his body, racing into hers, shooting straight into her as she held on tight.
“Kelley, oh, Kelley,” he grunted hoarsely as a geyser of cum exploded into her womb. “I love you, honey—God, I love you so much.”
She laughed, happiness making her giddy all of a sudden, and when his lips crashed down on hers, tears sprang into her eyes as she experienced his love both in body and in soul, and she finally whispered, “I love you, Will—“
Panting, they passionately kissed, unable to get enough of one another, and when finally the spasms rolled away, he murmured, “Even though I’m a rich wastrel?”
She smiled and thought she could drown in his eyes. “Even though you’re a stinking rich billionaire, William Thornton, I still love you.”
He grinned. “Thank God for that.” Then he grew serious again, and whispered, “Enough to be my bride?”
Her eyes widened in shock, then she felt an urgent yes well up from the bottom of her heart, a resounding yes, a yes that conquered any qualm her mind might have introduced. “Yes,” she finally said. “A thousand times yes.”
He blinked up against the water that was still rushing down. “Why don’t we go down for breakfast and announce the good news? I’m starving.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “Caviar and champagne?”
“Toast, scrambled eggs and freshly squeezed OJ,” he returned dryly. “We may be filthy rich but we’re not alcoholics, honey.”
She gave him a pout. “Oh, well, damn. Color me disappointed.”
THE END
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