The Turning Point

CHAPTER FORTY- OUR TIME ALONE

William

I pulled her legs around my waist and carried her into the house, without giving myself time to think, without giving us room to back down. I leaned my back against the wall, right next to the door, and sat down, bringing her with me. I didn't want to waste time crossing the house, going to her couch or her bed. Hell, I needed her now.

"I wanted to touch you so badly," my voice came out deep, hoarse, laden with the desire that had been gnawing at me for weeks.

She looked me in the eyes, then closed her own and kissed me. And damn, that kiss... that wasn't just any kiss. It was a damn surrender. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.

I ran my hands over her legs, feeling the warm skin under the thin fabric of her dress. Its softness contrasted with the roughness of my palms, and that touch ignited me even more. I slowly raised the hem, my fingers sliding up her thigh, until I felt her body shudder.

Heloyse stopped kissing me, but didn't pull away. Her eyes were fixed on mine, her warm hands flat against my chest. Slowly, she began to move down, her fingers exploring every muscle of my abdomen, every line of my skin. Her touches made me harden even more, ready, throbbing.

When she reached the hem of my shirt, she rolled the fabric between her fingers and slowly lifted the garment. Then, she raised her eyes to me, waiting for me to raise my arms. As if she needed permission. As if I would refuse anything from her.

I did what she wanted.

Heloyse threw my shirt away, and for a moment, she just stood there, looking at me. Her gaze devoured every part of my bare torso, and when she bit her lips, my blood boiled.

Her hands moved down, playing with the waistband of my pants, unhurried.

"Will?"

"Yeah?" I murmured, almost breathless.

"I promised not to let you get any closer. But I can't think straight when you kiss me. The only thing I can think about is how much I'd like to have you inside me."

Damn it!

She couldn't say those things. Not with that voice. Not with that mouth. I was on the edge.

I released the clip that held her hair, and the strands cascaded around her face, wild and full. I placed a firm hand on her nape and brought her close, taking her lips with a possessive kiss. Yes, that was the word. Possessive. I wanted this woman like I'd never wanted anything in my life.

My other hand moved up the side of her body, lifting her dress and pulling it over her head. When I finally pulled away to look at her, I was sure: I had never seen anything more beautiful than Heloyse there, mounted on me, with the morning sun illuminating her semi-nude body.

My attention fell on the red bra that molded her breasts. The front clasp made it too easy. I opened it effortlessly, pulled the straps off her arms, and threw the garment on the floor.

My eyes moved down to the tiny matching panties, an insignificant piece of lace that barely covered what I wanted.

The sides were thin. Fragile.

I tore them off with a pull.

She looked at me, incredulous, but smiling.

"I liked that set."

"I don't. I prefer you with nothing on."

And the proof of that was throbbing between my legs.

Her smile widened, and she lifted her body a little to help me. She took off my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and began to lower the fabric, revealing my boxers. I raised my hips, impatient, and when she pulled everything down at once, my member sprang free.