WMIS 03 Play With Me (29 page)

“You
are so fucking hot,” I whisper, my eyes roaming over his torso. I pull at the
buttons on his jeans and strip him out of those too, and run my fingernails up
his legs to his hips, and trace the V there.

“You
make me crazy,” he murmurs as I take his erection in my hand and smile sweetly
up at him.

“I
do?”

“You
know you do.”

“I
know you make
me
crazy.” I kneel and trace the rim of the tip of his
cock with my tongue and smile when he sucks air in through his teeth. “I know I
love your hard body.”

I
sink down onto him and grip his cock tightly with my lips and pull up, all the
way over the tip and watch a little bead of moisture form there. I lick it off
and then sink over him again. He weaves his fingers in my hair, but doesn’t try
to control my movements. He just needs to touch me.

“I
love watching your little pink mouth on my dick, babe.”

I
moan and pull up, jacking him as I do, and cup his balls with my other hand.
Before I can do anything more, he grips my shoulders and pulls me to my feet,
and kisses me, deeply. His tongue dancing with mine, he pulls his shorts off me
and lifts me onto the countertop.

“I
remember being up here last night.”

He
grins at me and kisses my neck and down to my breasts, holding onto my ass. He
pays extra attention to each nipple, licking and pulling at them with his teeth,
and one hand finds its way between my thighs.

“God,
Will.” I moan. He smiles against my breast and finds my center.

“Fuck,
you’re wet.”

“You’re
sexy as hell, Will.” I lean back on my elbows and watch him kiss his way down
my flat stomach, his fingers are massaging my folds.

“Watch,
Meg.” He looks up and pins me with his hot, blue stare, and then down at his
fingers, playing me like a musical instrument.

I
sigh deeply and moan. “God, that feels good.”

He
sinks two fingers inside me and moves them, oh so slowly, in and out,
stretching me just a little at a time.

“Will.”

“Yes,
sweetheart.” He leans down and sucks on a nipple, pulling it in his lips and I
gasp.

“Need
you, babe.”

“Where?”

“Inside
me.”

He
grins up at me, then watches his fingers again, and pushes his thumb against my
metal, pushing me over the edge.

“Ah,
shit!”

“Let
go, honey.”

And
I do. Holy shit, the orgasm works through me and I pulse and shudder against
Will’s hand.

Suddenly,
he pulls me off the counter top, spins me around so I’m leaning against the
granite, warmed from my body heat, pulls my hips back and pushes himself inside
me.

“Oh
God,” he growls. “You’re so fucking tight.”

He
eases all the way in and then starts to really move, pumping in and out of me,
gripping my hips and ass in his huge hands until I think he’ll bruise me.

It
feels fan-fucking-tastic.

“Spank
me,” I tell him, looking over my shoulder to see his reaction. His eyes widen
and then narrow.

“You
want it rough?”

“Why
not?” I ask him.

He
gives me a naughty grin and smacks my ass, softly at first, and grips my hair
in his fist, pushing my face down to the smooth countertop.

“Is
this okay?” he asks softly.

“Fuck,
yes.”

He
smacks me again, harder this time, and I groan, loud.

“Again.”

He
complies, just a little harder, and I feel the blood rush to my ass. His grip
on my hair tightens and he pulls back, bringing me up so he can kiss my neck,
biting and sucking it hard as he slams into me, over and over, harder and
harder.

I
grip the edge of the counter and push back against him, feeling the rush
building in me once more.

“I’m
gonna come.”

“Not
until I tell you to,” He growls, and my brows climb into my hairline. Holy
shit.

That’s
fucking hot.

“Please?”
I ask.

“Not
yet.” He spanks me once more, then pulls out, spins me around, and lifts me,
sliding easily back inside me and pins me against the fridge. There’s sweat on
his forehead, his eyes are glacial and narrowed, and he’s panting as though he
just ran seventy-five yards for a touchdown.

“I
love this,” he growls and kisses me deeply, pushing harder and harder inside
me.

“Will,
I have to come.”

“Almost.”

“Will.”

“Almost,
damn it.” His hands on my ass tighten and I squeeze around him like a vice, my
hands pulling on his hair. “Now!”

We
both explode, our bodies shuddering and shaking with the force of our climax.
Will leans his forehead against my shoulder, his whole body shaking.

“Hey,”
I murmur, caressing his back gently. “Will.”

He
pulls back, his eyes wide. “Are you okay?”

“Oh
honey,” I grin. “I’m more than okay.”

His
whole body sags in relief. “Thank God.”

He
pulls out of me and sets me on my feet. “I want to carry you upstairs, but I
don’t have any strength. You just decimated me.”

“Really?”
Why this makes me so proud, I don’t know, but I’m preening.

“Oh
yeah. Come on, let’s clean up.”

Before
leading me out of the room and up the stairs, he leans down and kisses me
softly, longingly. Beautifully. “You are mine, Megan McBride. Don’t ever forget
that.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

“Seriously,
guys, this is just way too much.” I gaze down at the red Louboutin stilettos
with lust-filled eyes.

“Honestly,
we wanted to do this for you today.” I look up at my three friends and giggle.
I don’t remember the last time I giggled over shoes.

Maybe
that’s a problem.

Because,
holy crap, these are just to-die for, and are perfect for the dress Jules is
lending me.

The
dress that I’m going to beg her to will to me when she dies because it fits me
like a glove and I want to wear it every single day.

And
now I want to wear these shoes every single day too.

“But
you already got me the gorgeous underwear and took me to the spa, and really,
guys this is just crazy. Who lives like this?”

Samantha
smirks and smooths lip gloss on her plump lips, her blue eyes smiling. “We do.”

“Meg,
you were born for these shoes,” Nat sighs. “They’re perfect for the dress.”

We
are in my bedroom, and they’re helping me get dressed. Jules has spent over an
hour teasing and curling and fussing with my hair to make it look, well, hot.
It’s all up, but it doesn’t look stuffy or serious.

It’s
fun.

“I
don’t know how I can ever repay you guys for all of this.”

“Oh
please,” Nat waves me off and chuckles. “There is no need to repay us. We love
you.”

“Well,
there is one thing you could do,” Jules murmurs and bites her lip, her blue
eyes wide.

“What?”
I ask.

“Sing
at my reception.”

“Jules…”
I shake my head and prop my hands on my hips.

“Just
listen,” she pleads and grabs my hand, holding on tightly. “Meg, I love your
voice. I always have, and you know that. I was always your biggest fan.”

“Hey!”
Nat protests, and I grin at her.

“Jules,
I haven’t sang in front of an audience in years.”

“It’s
not like you’ve forgotten how, sweetie. You don’t have stage fright. You will
kick ass. Just one song, please?”

I
bite my lip and look over to Natalie and Samantha who are both smiling at me.

“Who
did you hire to play at the reception?” I ask.

“I
don’t know, Luke took care of it.”

“Luke?”
I ask, my eyebrow raised.

“Luke
knows everybody,” Nat rolls her eyes. “I’m not sure who he got, but he wanted
it to be our gift to Jules and Nate.”

“So
it’ll probably be someone famous. Not a local band.”

Jules
shrugs. “Probably just some up and comer band. But Luke knows the kind of music
we like, so I’m sure they’ll be great. But you don’t have to sing with them.
You can borrow a guitar and do just one song. I’d love for you to play the song
for our first dance. Please, it can be your gift to me.”

Her
eyes are pleading me. How can I possibly say no?

“What
song?” I ask with a sigh and she smiles widely, her beautiful face beaming, and
I can’t help but smile back as she hugs me tight.

“I
Won’t Give Up
by
Jason Mraz.”

“I
actually know that one,” I grin at her and then Sam and Nat. “I guess I’d
better start practicing.”

“This
is so awesome,” Nat hugs Jules. “I can’t wait to hear you.”

“And
I can’t wait to hear you for the first time,” Sam says with a grin. “Sounds
like it’ll be a helluva show.”

“I’ll
do my best.”

I
turn and take one last look in the mirror. “Are we sure about the dark
lipstick?” It’s a dark raisin color, giving my lips definition and is a stark
contrast to my white skin.

“Definitely.
It’s hot. And it’s color-stay, so Will can kiss you all night and it won’t
smudge or come off.” Sam winks at me.

“Okay.
Wow, I clean up well, if I do say so.” The doorbell rings and I suddenly feel
my stomach roll with anticipation.

“That’s
Will.” The girls jump up and head out of my room. “Stay up here for a few
minutes.” Nat kisses my cheek. “Take a deep breath. Let him wait for you.
You’re stunning. Have fun.” And with a smile and a wave, she follows the other
two downstairs to let Will in.

I
hear his voice and smile. That deep baritone does things to me.

I
bet he can sing well.

“Where
is she?” he asks.

“She’s
just finishing upstairs. She’ll be down in a second.” Sam tells him.

“I’m
going up.” I hear him head for the stairs.

“No,
you won’t,” Jules laughs. “Be patient. She’ll be right down. Have fun tonight.”

“Be
good,” Nat says and then I hear the front door open and close and Will sets the
alarm.

What
is it with him and that alarm?

Suddenly,
I hear him take the stairs two at a time and he’s standing in my doorway,
staring at me. And I just stare back. He’s in a tux, looking all 007, and hot
and…
mine.

“What
happened to you waiting downstairs?” I ask with a raised brow.

“Fuck
that, I want to see you.” He swallows hard. “Wow.”

“Yeah?”
I look down at the dress and turn a circle so he can see the whole thing. “You
like?”

“Hmm,”
he murmurs. “You are absolutely gorgeous, but you’re missing something.”

“I
am?” I look down again, then turn to the mirror, making sure my hair is still
in place. “I think Jules covered everything.”

He
moves up behind me and catches my gaze through the mirror. As he leans down and
kisses my neck, right below my ear, he wraps an arm around me, palm up, with a
blue Tiffany box, wrapped in a white bow, sitting on his hand.

“I
think this might complete your outfit,” he murmurs into my ear.

“You’ve
already given me so much,” I whisper, eyes glued to the tiny blue box.

“I
would give you the world if I could, sweetheart.” My eyes fly back to his in
the mirror and he’s smiling softly.

“You
are my world,” I whisper. His eyes widen, and just when I think he’s going to
go all mushy on me, he smirks.

“Who’s
cheeky now?” he asks, reminding me of the café in New Orleans.

“Cheeky?”
I ask with a chuckle.

“Cheeky,”
he mouths to me, his face happy. “Open it.”

I
pluck the box from his hand and he rests his hands on my shoulders as I open
it. Nestled inside are the most over the top chandelier diamond earrings I’ve
ever seen. I pull one out and hold it up to the light, watching the light
reflect off the diamonds. They’re swirly, with a huge princess cut diamond in
the middle, set on its side. They are totally my style.

And
totally the most expensive things I’ve ever had my hands on.

“Will…”
I try to protest, but he takes the earrings from me and turns me around gently.

“When
I saw these,” he begins and fastens one to my right ear. “I knew they belonged
on your perfect little ears.” He fastens the left one and then turns me back to
face the mirror so I can see them. “See? Now your outfit is complete.”