“As have I, Nina.” His firm, careful grasp on her hip urged her rhythm along. And this time, when he tenderly cupped her breast, his hold felt less tentative. More proprietary.
She covered his hand with hers. “Don’t you think we’ve waited long enough?”
Slowly, holding his stare, she used both their hands to push her fleece off her shoulders and down her arms. After a moment, William sort of shook himself, then clambered to his feet and disappeared into the front of the vehicle. Several seconds later, the engine chugged to life beneath her, and the first wave of warmth drifted from the closest vent.
He appeared in the storage-room doorway, silhouetted against the dim interior lights.
“If I had to spend one more night without you,” he told her plainly, “I’m not sure how I’d survive it.”
And less than two minutes later, they were both naked in the back of the Mincemobile.
Like the gentleman he was, he sprawled atop the banner and sacrificed his own back to the hard, cold floor beneath the thin canvas barrier. Waving away her halfhearted offer to change places, he urged her to straddle his hips—but only after folding up their spare sweaters to provide some padding for her knees and rolling on one of the condoms Claudia had evidently given him last night.
And like no gentleman at all, he took advantage of her wide-open thighs as soon as she climbed on board. Before she’d even fully settled herself and found her balance, his fingers were slipping through her slick vulva, opening her for his exploration.
He paused. “Yes?”
“Yes,please,” she immediately told him.
How many times had she watched him grip a pen and write neat, thoughtful notes along the margins of a student paper? How many times had she studied the flex of his wrist, the shift of his tendons and muscles, as he tidied his desk at the end of each workday?
She’d wanted those hands on her, and she’d wanted those fingers inside her.
Unleashed by her consent, he gave her exactly what she’d craved for months. The pad of his thumb rubbed softly around and over her clit as he unhurriedly circled her entrance with one fingertip, then two. Slowly, those fingertips eased inside her. Stretched her. Stroked her.
She bowed her back and moaned.
Instead of forcing anything, he allowed the helpless grind of her hips to push him deeper and deeper again. Let her ridehis fingers and press against his thumb, dark eyes watchful as he scrutinized her reaction and adjusted to whatever he saw on her face or felt in her body.
“That’s it, Nina.” His voice was hoarse. Raw. “Take everything you need.”
When she was huffing out helpless sounds of pleasure, sensitive and wet and so damn close to coming, he slipped his fingers free, ignoring her incoherent protest. Using his firm, careful hold on her ass, he insistently tugged her forward until she was straddling his face instead of his hips.
He pressed her down onto his mouth without ceremony. Without apology.
She might have wanted his fingers—still did, and they were doing an excellent job holding her open to him—but ... how could she have known just how soft his tongue was? How lightly it would flick her swollen clit, how tirelessly it would lick the seam of her, how tenderly it could fuck her?
She whimpered and ground down on him, completely forgetting his need to breathe, and his hot hands on her ass encouraged every hitch of her hips.
At the first sweet, gentle suck of her clit, she cried out and immediately came. He guided her through it with that talented, warm tongue, with those fingers hooked and rubbing inside her once more, and she trembled and swayed above him as he wrung every possible jolt of pleasure from her pulsing body.
When she got too sensitive, he dropped his head back to the floor, but his fingers kept rubbing, kept patiently coaxing out more ripples of sensation until she was squirming again. Needy again.
“Wait. Let me ...” At long last, she found the strength to move. Wriggling her way back down his long frame, she liftedhigher on her shaky knees and wrapped her fingers around his straining, condom-covered cock. “William. May I?”
His erection twitched in her grasp. Swelled. Turned impossibly harder.
“What?” he gasped, his hair-dusted chest heaving, his mouth slick from her pleasure.
Slowly, she perused the length of him in the dim light, all lust-flushed skin and firm muscle racked with tension. Without his glasses, his hot, feral stare directed right back at her was impossible to miss or mistake for anything but fervent need.
For her. All this desire was forher.
Deliberately, she rubbed her thumb over the tip of his cock. Listened to his grunt with pure satisfaction. “Is this”—she pumped him once, up and down—“mine to play with?”
To her surprise, he snorted. “Like a Christmas present?”
“Well ...” She had to snicker too. “I hadn’t thought about it quite that way, but ... I guess?”
