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Wordlessly, Fitz leans back on one hand, bringing the other up to gesture for me to come to him in a move that makes my mouth dry. Ok, it’s been a while, but it hasn’t been that long.
Ok, it has. I try to make my deep breath as unnoticeable as possible as I push off the edge of the dresser I’d been perched on and slowly step toward him, doing my damndest not to slip in these tights. I keep my eyes on his face, his green eyes watching each move I make until I’m standing a few inches in front of him, unsure of how great I look at this angle.
“You seem nervous,” he observes, finally breaking that hungry gaze to sit back completely on both hands and scan me up and down. Unconsciously, I cross my arms over my chest, and he zeroes in on the way my breasts push together further. I have to fight back a laugh.
“If you had told me a decade ago we would be here, doing this-
“I would have said I was incredibly lucky.” He says it without hesitation, his eyes not leaving my face. I give a half laugh - I’d meant the comment as a note to the absolute insanity of this situation, but his look is serious.
“Back then? Would you really?” I cross my arms tighter and look down at him. I can feel my eyebrows knitting together. “I didn’t think you really paid me much attention, aside from hindsight now.” With another look up at me, he leans forward, and his hands finally touch my skin - just a graze right above the line of my underwear, but it sends heat across my body, to my core, so fast I suck in a breath. Then, he leans forward, the side of his face pressing into my soft stomach, hands wrapping around my hips.
“I wanted to knock Andy’s teeth out at several points,” he replies plainly, and plants a kiss just to one side of my belly button. I press my lips together to keep the shit-eating grin suppressed, lacing my fingers through his hair. Normally, I’d try not to fuck with beautiful curls like his, but at this point, I don’t think either of us are going anywhere any time soon.
“Oh, really?” I feel him nod against me, and then he plants another kiss on the opposite side, letting his hands trail back until they’re brushing over my ass. They keep going down, down, until each hand reaches the spot where the garter ties connect with my stockings.
“Really,” he breathes, and then deftly pinches the clips. I feel the stockings sag in the back, and he runs his fingers over the place they’d been covering. A shiver zips up my spine, and I arch into him. “There were days when I’d look across the room at you and wonder what he ever did to deserve you.”
“Nothing.” He looks up at me, then, eyes narrowed slightly, and his hands trace the tops of the stockings until he’s reached the same clips on the front. “He didn’t do anything to deserve me.” Without breaking my gaze, he unclips the fronts, and they both fall to my knees. “Truth?”
His hand reaches down to grab one of my ankles, and I nearly lose my balance when he starts to pull one of my legs up into his lap. I lean forward, resting one hand on his shoulder, and he does the same, but instead of kissing me, which is what I think he’s going to do, he keeps bending until his nose nuzzles the inside of my thigh. I feel my supporting knee buckle, and he smiles against me. “Yes, please.” Inch by inch, Fitz rolls down the pink stocking, letting his hands smooth over my freshly-shaved calves.
“Back then, I was so shocked that Andy gave me any attention at all that I probably would have agreed to just about anything.” His hands freeze with the stocking around my ankle, and I know instantly it was probably the wrong thing to say. But he continues, lifting my foot up to take off the last of the fabric and tossing it into the pile with my other discarded clothes, letting it back down to the ground and then gesturing for the other leg. This time, I put it in his lap myself, to save myself the chance of falling on my ass.
“Piper,” he starts, and his voice isn’t breathy or husky anymore. It’s clear as day. He takes this stocking off more quickly, peeling it down to my ankle before he looks up at me again. “He didn’t deserve even a second glance from you.” I smile down at him, and let my hand drift up from his shoulder to cup his cheek, which he turns into like he has before. He slides the second stocking off my foot, and it joins the first, but instead of dropping this foot to the ground, he slides his hand back up behind my knee and yanks it, letting me fall forward into him.
My knees find a spot on either side of his firm thighs, and when my legs spread and my hands fumble for the back of his neck, I realize just how exposed I am - how I’m laid bare for this man who’s known me for more than half my life. For this man I feel like I barely understand, but want to let do dirty, wicked things with me until both of us are complete puddles. I swallow, trying to breathe deep as I look down at him, those green eyes staring up at me with so much intensity it makes my insides clench. Except, it’s not just lust there. It’s not just passion or Fitz being horny as hell, though I think both of us are at this point. It looks like admiration.
“He didn’t deserve anything from me,” I finally answer, and his hands run up and down my back, making me shiver again.
“Neither do I,” he murmurs, and I feel my eyebrows shoot up.
“Is that what you think?” I ask, sitting back to look down at him. He doesn’t answer - just runs his eyes over my nearly-naked torso, landing on the swirling ink on my side.
“What does it mean?”
He’s avoiding my question.
“Is that what you think?” I repeat, and graze his ear with my thumb. Underneath me, something twitches, and I nearly smile to myself, but I’m trying to hold his gaze with the same serious face he’s making at my stomach. “You think you don’t deserve me?” His fingers trace where his eyes look.
“We delight…” he reads the script aloud. I use one hand to grip his chin, forcing him to look up at me. At this angle, I’m probably all neck folds, but I really don’t care.
“Quit being evasive,Fitzwilliam.” Finally, he smiles, and it’s dazzling. Like calling him that has knocked him out of wherever his brain went. I swallow, trying not to let that smile take me for all I’m worth, and trail my fingers up the side of his face until they reach his ear, and it’s like I’ve found his weakness. I finally smile to myself, and he looks curious, just for a second, before I lean forward and let my lips barely touch his ear.
“Do you think you don’t deserve all the things I want to do with you?” I ask. Again, there’s movement below me, and I brush a kiss along his clearly sensitive skin. “Do you think I’d be here if I didn’t believe you deserved me? If I didn’t want this just as badly as you?” I sit back up, and his eyes follow my face intently, long fingers gripping my waist. I’m thankful for the secure feeling, because when I take my hands from his neck, his own arms tighten around me. I feel my hands tremble as I reach for the center clasp on my bra and pinch it open, letting my heaving chest fall free. Fitz lets out a strangled sound, somewhere between a moan and a choke, and the corner of my lips tip up as I shift one side of the straps off.
“Fuck,” he says quietly. And those eyes, so filled with admiration just a moment ago, turn dark and hungry.
Chapter 30
Fitz
Idon’tevengivePiper time to process my standing, gripping her thighs up and feeling her flail against me. I just turn us both around and half-toss her on the bed, where she lands with a surprised “oof.”
Predatory heat surges through my body watching her chest shake with the movement - her nipples are dark and hard with whatever tension she’s feeling too. And she’s still wearing those God damn pearls.
“I don’t think I deserve you,” I say, my voice still just as clear as moments before, and I find the button on my jeans, working them open until I can slide them down, standing at the foot of the bed in just my boxers. Piper bites her lip, squirming slightly when she sees the way my cock is straining against them.
I climb onto the bed until I’m sitting at her feet, where her legs are splayed open, and use my hands under each knee to pull her toward me, her chest bouncing. One hand above her head on the pillows, I lean down, letting my lips hover above hers. “But I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make sure you know exactly how I feel.”
