Sleeping with the Boss (Anderson Brothers, #1)(41)

“You make me crazy,” he said, dropping his head back on the pillow.

“I’m just getting started.” She moved up his body, pausing to run her tongue over his nipples on the way up, and his body bucked beneath her.

Her lips met his in a hungry kiss and she positioned herself directly over him again. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down so that their bodies touched all the way to where her slick heat met his hardness.

“Please, Claire.” It took everything in him not to roll her under him and thrust inside her at last. This was her show, though. Her turn. He gritted his teeth and held on as she pushed upright again.

Then she wrapped her hand around him and positioned her body perfectly to make it happen. She barely pushed down, just enough for the tip of him to enter, then froze. Her voice was breathy and he knew she was close, just like he was. “So, I’m thinking that maybe some renegotiations are in order. Another organizational meeting, maybe?”

Will took both hands and pushed down on her hips and she laughed, then gasped as he filled her. “Negotiate this, please,” he whispered.

She put her palms on his shoulders, eyes closed, balancing with him only half in. “Wow.”

Wow was right. Nothing had ever felt as good as this. He took a shuddering breath as she pressed down, letting him fill her more, moving in small pulses until he thought he might die from pleasure. She repositioned her knees and he ran his thumb over her again. Her body tightened and he couldn’t stand it anymore. He thrust up against her and she moaned. The look on her face alone would drive him to madness. Head thrown back, eyes closed, she smiled as her body adjusted to accommodate more of him. Then, finally, she relaxed her thigh muscles and sank down on him completely with a groan.

“Holy shit,” he rasped.

“Mmmm” was her response. Well, that and a tightening deep inside.

“Claire. If you don’t move, I will have survived two tours of duty only to die in this bed.”

She opened her eyes and began a slow, rocking rhythm that brought him so close to the edge he got light-headed. Then she leaned forward, hands on his shoulders, changing the angle so her body rubbed against him with each stroke and her pace increased. Never had he seen anything as sexy as Claire riding him and discovering how to bring herself the most pleasure using both of their bodies. He reached up and ran his fingertips over her nipples and she jerked, interrupting her rhythm momentarily, then he placed his palms against her, letting her rub against him at her own pace and pressure.

“Oh, man. I don’t know if this is doing it for you, Will, but it certainly is doing it for me.” She didn’t open her eyes, but her rhythm increased to the point he had trouble holding back.

Fuck yeah, it was doing it for him. Nothing could be this good. Nothing. He’d never felt this right in his entire life as she ground her body against him while he filled her completely. There was something about this woman that touched his soul and made him want to be better. “Let go,” he whispered. “Let me see you shatter.” He pinched her nipples and she ground forward and back one last time before she went off, almost taking him right along with her. But he held out, not wanting to miss a single second of her pleasure. On and on it went while her body clenched around his, driving him wild.

…

Right as the most fantastic orgasm in her life was fading, Claire found herself flipped on her back with Will on top, smiling down at her. Dang, he was beautiful, all tan skin and muscles. And hard. So hard inside her.

Then he started to move, slowly at first, gaining speed and power as he went. She closed her eyes and marveled at his strength as he worked over her, pumping harder and harder until she thought she might scream. She dug her heels into the mattress and changed the angle so that he went even deeper. Then pushed up, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“My, God, Claire,” he grated out, still pounding into her.

He was hitting just the right spot to drive her over the edge again, and she willed herself there eagerly, raking her nails down his back. “Yes,” she said as her next orgasm hovered just out of reach. This was more than physical. The intensity of their coming together was because it was him. This amazing man who made her feel special and who took her places she’d never been before, and she wanted to take him there with her this time. “Yes,” she said louder, as the stars began behind her eyelids. “Will, now!”

A strangled groan came from deep within his chest as he drove into her all the way and stayed there, pulsing deep inside her. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked through her as they came together, all sweat, and pressure, and heavy breathing.

They stayed like that, joined as deeply as possible, until Will lowered on his elbows and kissed her forehead. Breathing hard still, they stared at each other. She could gaze into his clear blue eyes 24-7 and never get tired of it—or him, especially if he agreed to make her feel like this again.

Everything in her was satisfied and warm. She’d never imagined sex could be like this. Maybe it wasn’t the sex. She was pretty sure it was the man who made the experience so earth-shaking.

He pulled out, rolled over, and wrapped her in his arms. An emptiness filled her, not only in her body where she keenly felt his absence, but in her heart. She’d never get enough of him in the time they had left together. Egypt was no longer an escape; it was a burden.





Chapter Thirteen