Boss Me (9 page)

Will moves my arms behind my lower back, his kiss fierce and urgent. There’s so much power and raw need within those lips. I close my eyes, reveling in the taste of his mouth and the feel of his body pressed firmly against mine, controlling me. He binds both of my wrists together with his large hand while the other begins to unbutton my shirt. My shirt is open and being removed moments later. Will works expertly at stripping me of my undershirt with only the barest break from the contact of our lips. I feel the cold air kissing my hot skin as he lifts the shirt up and over my head, leaving me in a white cotton bra with my achy nipples rubbing excitedly against the confining material.

Will lets go of my hands just long enough to unbuckle my belt. I hold an anxious breath as I watch him unbutton my navy pants and slowly pull the zipper down.

His hand starts at my stomach and slowly slides downward towards my aching center. Need has been building for the past several minutes as I shiver in anticipation. Will’s hand slides down into my pants and reaches the apex of my legs. My cotton underwear serves as a barrier between his determined hand and the place I need him the most.

“My god, you’re so fucking wet,” Will says hoarsely as he rubs my throbbing center with the right amount of pressure. I groan at his words, at his touch.

“I need to feel you,” he says moments before he removes his hand. He makes quick work at removing my boots, socks, and pants. I stand self-consciously before the only man to consume my thoughts in months. Hell, a year. I haven’t been with a man in over a year. Nick was my last lover and it was never like this. This reckless anticipation. This raw sexual need.

Will slowly - painstakingly slowly - tugs my panties down. Cool air kisses my wet core as he pulls them down my thighs, past my knees, and to my ankles. I step out of the undergarment leaving myself exposed and bare. A grumbled gargle comes from deep within Will’s throat as he studies my legs, my center. Heat floods my body as his eyes bore so intently into me, that I know I’ll never be the same. This moment, being with Will, changes everything. And I’m not just talking about our jobs.

He starts at my ankles and slowly slides his hands up the insides of my legs, which are trembling and threatening to give out, as he makes his way upward. The touch of his fingers against the small patch of curls at my core almost sends me completely over the edge. I moan a foreign sound as his fingers expertly slide between my folds. I almost come right there on the spot.

“Fuck, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he says hungrily as his fingers play and explore my body.

Will slides his first finger inside of my body, and I tighten uncontrollably around it. My entire body tenses as the exquisite sensations courses through. Will quickly adds a second finger and thrusts into my core. My body is overly tight, throbbing and desperate for release. I rarely allow someone to have this kind of power over my body. Even with Nick, I always remained in control, which worked out for him since he was more of a taker than a giver.

Will, sensing my restraint, whispers, “Just let go. Give up this control, Carmen. Let me have it.” His words are more of an order as he thrusts his fingers inside of me at a steady, firm pace.

I feel myself slipping over the edge of sanity. My body begins to quiver uncontrollably as it barrels full steam ahead into the wall of sweet release. Will leans forward from his kneeling position in front of me and runs his hot tongue up the seam of my center. That one little touch shoves me recklessly over the edge. I come hard, moaning my release as brightly colored stars burst between my closed eyelids.

My legs turn to Jell-O and struggle to keep my body upright. Will stands up, pulling my body flush against him. His mouth is fierce as it devours my lips. There is no hesitation, no restraint. Only wild, hot lust and raging need.

Will finishes unbuttoning his shirt and removes it as well as his undershirt with one quick, fluid motion. His eyes devour my body greedily as he unbuttons his pants. He stands before me, chest gloriously naked with a light dusting of blond hair, as his eyes rake over me. My body begins to heat back up under his intense scrutiny.

Will steps forward, reaches around and unclasps my bra. The uncomfortable material falls to the ground, leaving me completely naked and exposed. Will stares, and my nipples pucker as his eyes roam my body as he drinks his fill.

“Lie down,” Will orders through tight lips.

I sit back on my bed, slide up the comforter, and lie back on my pillow. I watch helplessly as Will slides his pants down his powerful thighs. He makes quick work of removing his boots and socks and finally stands before me in a pair of dark boxers. His manhood jets gloriously out from his underwear creating that alluring tent. My mouth waters and my fingers itch to touch his impressive length.

Will grabs his pants and pulls a foil package out of his wallet. With the protection in his hand, Will tosses his boxers and stands before me as the most magnificent form of naked man.

Removing his glasses, he sets them down on my nightstand. I lie before him, helplessly, as he crawls onto the bed next to me. He lays his body possessively on top of mine and devours my mouth with another inebriating kiss. My entire body is on fire again as his hand slowly makes his way up my stomach and cups my right breast. The way he tweaks and pulls on my nipple causes wetness to flood my core in anticipation. I moan and whither under his skillful touch.

Will fondles my breasts as his tongue plunges deeply into the recesses of my mouth. His hard manhood rubs against my stomach and I ache to feel him slide into my heat. Now. I need him to put an end to this torture. Right. Now.

It’s been so long since I’ve felt this fire, this lustful energy. I hope I can remember the steps to the dance. Though, if the way I respond to Will is any indication, I’m sure I won’t have any problem remembering with this man as my partner.

Will breaks the kiss and kneels before me, sheathing his length with protection. He gently spreads my knees apart and places his large, lithe body between my legs. There’s a hum of anticipation evident in the room. This is it. We are about to cross that imaginary moral line as we completely throw the rulebook out the window. For the first time in my life, I want to jump over that damn line. I want to jump so damn far over it, tap dancing a little jig the entire time, and claim this man as my own.

Will leans forward and places a tender kiss to my swollen lips. I feel his length nudge my center as if begging to be allowed entrance. He gently pushes his groin forward, entering my body in the most glorious onslaught of pleasure and pain. My body welcomes the invasion as I stretch to fit his length. My eyes practically roll back in my head as he pulls out slowly and pushes in further. He doesn’t stop until he’s buried deeply inside of me. So deep that I feel like I’ll be imprinted with his touch for the rest of my life.

Will gradually begins to pick up his pace as his hips move within my thighs. His body moves with determination, his hands seeking my breasts, my nipples. I reach around and grab a hold of his back, trying to control the pace. I feel myself tightening, my body reaching for that imaginary cliff of ecstasy.

“Not yet,” Will orders as he pulls my hands from his back.

“What?” I say breathlessly.

“Not. Yet. You’re not getting off yet, Carmen,” he demands as he takes both of my hands within one of his much larger ones and places them above my head.

“I want control,” Will says, his voice tight and edgy. “Will you give it to me, Carmen?” he asks as he thrusts deep inside me again.

I shake my head from side to side, not wanting to give it up, yet at the same time, willing to give him anything he wants if he continues make me feel so much pleasure.

“I promise it’ll be worth it,” Will whispers softly against the side of my face. The scruff of his seven o’clock shadow bites into the smooth skin of my cheek. He moves slightly until he’s directly over my face. “Give it to me,” he whispers sweetly as he takes my lips with his own.

I allow my body to relax as I give up the precious control I pride myself on holding onto. My legs tremble as I wrap them around Will’s waist, my arms still firmly held over my head by the man dominating me mind, body, and soul.

Will perches himself up on his elbows and drives hard into my body. I am strung so tight that I almost combust as I allow this man to lead me to the Promised Land. There’s nothing I can do to stop it as I give myself completely to him. His pace is quick and his strokes long as we charge together headfirst into oblivion.

I watch helplessly as Will sits up, one hand still firmly holding my hands while the other roams over my body. He plays with my hard nipples and bends down to suck them deep in his mouth. I feel my lower body tightening around his girth. His hips move intensely as if completely on their own. If the look in Will’s eyes is any indication, he is about to fly over the edge with me. And he owns me. Completely.

I can’t stop the orgasm, as it starts deep down in my belly. Will places his thumb on the bundle of nerves at my center and sends me crashing into another world. I tighten like a vise around him as I moan my release, Will’s name dripping from my lips. He follows me with his own primal release, groaning as he launches his seed deep inside the confines of the condom.

Releasing my hands, Will rubs my wrists tenderly as circulation slowly returns to my hands. When he’s satisfied that the blood is flowing properly again, he lays his head down on my shoulder. Our collective pants and gasps for air fill the silence as we both work to get our breathing under control. Will’s roaring heart thunders a wild beat against my chest.

I struggle to find words. I feel exposed and bare as I lie underneath Will’s body, and I’m not talking about the fact that we’re both naked and he’s still buried deep inside of me. My soul feels exposed as I come to grips with the fact that I gave so much of myself to Will. I allowed him to take my precious control for only a few minutes and it has left me reeling.

“So, about that Chinese,” Will says as he places a tender kiss on my bare shoulder. “I’m suddenly starving,” he adds, his smile I feel against my damp skin.

“Me too,” I say.

Will looks deep into my eyes and gives me the smallest of grins. His lips are soft and tender as he places sweet, open-mouthed kisses on my chin and the corners of my lips. I feel his lower body stirring to life again from within me. My gasp is loud enough to make him chuckle, but doesn’t deter him from kissing my face.

“This is what you do to me, Carmen. My body responds to you like this all of the time. For months, I’ve been walking around in a state of arousal. Every time you walked into the emergency room, I would get hard as steel for you. You’ve consumed my thoughts and my body for months,” he confesses.

“My body has always responded to you the same way,” I whisper my confession. “I’ve always wanted you.”

Will kisses me square on the lips as we both revel in the sensations coursing through our bodies. “First, we eat. Then, we shower. Together.”

Reluctantly, he rolls off of me and disposes of the condom in a tissue next to my bed, dropping them in the garbage can. “Get dressed, beautiful, and I’ll order some food,” Will says as he reaches for his pants.

I watch, mesmerized, as Will places his long, lean legs into his work uniform and buttons them up around his hips. The start of that beautiful V of his lower stomach is still evident just above the beltline. It’s a delicious line that begs for my tongue to trace, and my mouth waters with anticipation. I’m definitely doing that later.

I get out of bed and grab the first sweatshirt and pair of yoga pants out of my drawers. As soon as the warm material is on, I turn to see Will, now donning his glasses, staring intently as if committing my body to memory. He drops his undershirt over his head and reaches his hand towards me.

Will and I make our way towards my kitchen, bare feet slapping against the hardwood and linoleum flooring. I grab the Chinese takeout menu from the top drawer and hand it over to my dinner mate.

“I want everything. I’m starving,” I say with a slight smile.

“I’m starving too,” Will says, but I quickly realize he’s not looking at the menu. No, Will Stevens is looking at me. And his eyes are on fire.

He gives his head a gentle shake as if to shake off whatever image or thought he had and glances down at the menu in his hand. “What would you like?” he asks as he retrieves his cell phone from the pocket of his pants.

“Vegetable lo mein, sweet and sour chicken, and crab rangoons,” I say just as my stomach growls loudly.

Will laughs and dials the numbers into his phone. He places a double order of my choices and signs off. “Dinner will be here in thirty.”

“Great,” I reply, shifting uncomfortably from the left to the right.

“Come on,” Will says as he offers me his hand. “Let’s go find something on TV while we wait.”

I place my hand inside of his and allow him to lead me into my living room. I flip on the lamp next to the couch, close the blinds, and grab the remote. I glance over and notice Will standing next to the couch, but he’s not facing me. He’s facing the wall. He’s looking at the photos of my son.

“Who’s this?” he asks curiously.

I clear my throat and reply, “That’s my son, Zach.”

Will turns around and faces me. “I didn’t know you have a son.”

“Yeah, well I don’t think anyone at work does. I don’t bring my personal life to work and mix it with my professional life.”

“That’s who you were talking to that Sunday we worked together,” he says, as if seeking confirmation.

“Yeah. Zach was home by himself that day for the first time since we moved here. I made him call me all day long,” I recall with a smile.

“You have a son,” he says as ratification, not a question.

“Is that a problem?” I ask cautiously. It never occurred to me that Will could have an issue with my son. I don’t even know how to categorize what is going on between us right now, but I know that keeping my son safe is my number one priority.