Wish I May by Lexi Ryan Read Free Book Online Page B

sound.
    “I’m leaving in a couple of days. I can’t stay.” And that’s the only reason we can do this at all.
    His teeth nip my ear again, suck at the lobe before he speaks. “That’s not what I asked, Cally.”
    Outside my panties, the pad of his thumb is resting on my clit with nothing but the promise of the pressure I need. When his hand leaves me, I hear my own gasp of protest.
    “Come home with me tonight.”
    I squeeze my eyes shut. After weeks of looking after my sisters, I need to be something other than a resented stand-in mother. Even if only for a couple of hours in this man’s bed. He deserves the night I once promised him. I deserve it. But I shake my head. “I can’t.”
    “Then tell me to stop.” The rough pads of his fingers toy with the thin ribbons at my hips. With his free hand, he places a sliced grape to my lips, and I take it, only briefly letting my lips brush his fingertips. His eyes flash—hot and hungry. “Tonight is yours. Whatever you want.”
    “This,” I whisper, rolling my hip into his touch.
    Then he tugs, and he releases the tie on my panties. His hand snakes around to the other hip, and he grins at me as he frees that side as well.
    “Lift,” he whispers, and before I realize what he means to do, he’s slipped my panties from under the table and tucked them in his pocket. He flashes me a small smile as he sips from his wine glass.
    My panties are in William Bailey’s pocket.
    “You intending to give those back?”
    “Not a chance.” But then, instead of heading straight for my newly bare girly bits beneath the table, he cups my face in his big hand and brushes his thumb across my cheek. “Memories have this amazing way of changing on us, and I had myself convinced you couldn’t have been as beautiful as I remembered. I was idealizing you.”
    I can’t reply. The heat in his eyes alone is enough to make me want to crawl into his lap. Add the way he’s been touching me, and in this moment, I am his.
    “I was right about one thing,” he whispers.
    “What’s that?”
    “My memory got it all wrong.”
    “It did?”
    “You’re so much more beautiful than I remembered.”
    Our lips touch again and I will myself to memorize every second of this kiss. The soft brush of his lips before he opens his mouth over mine, the patient sweep of his tongue as I open for him, the way he tastes—a potent cocktail of wine and regret.
    I don’t even realize his hand has left my face until I feel the possessive wrap of his fingers around my thigh. Then, as he slides to points farther north, I have to break our kiss to catch my breath.
    “Jesus,” he hisses as his fingers reach my wet heat.
    I almost cry out when he takes my swollen clit between two fingers.
    “You’re so wet,” he whispers against my neck. “So damn wet.”
    “I—William….” I have to fight to keep my volume down, to keep from moaning.
    He’s touching that swollen, sensitive spot in a slow and gentle rub that has me rocking into him.
    “You want to know what I’d do to you if you came home with me tonight?”
    I’m weak. I want to know, need to hear. “Yes.”
    “I’d get you naked because you have too goddamn many clothes on right now. Then I’d start with your amazing breasts. Remember how I could get you off just by kissing your breasts, sucking those beautiful nipples?” He brushes my taut nipples with his free hand and even through my dress and thin bra, the contact is enough to make me gasp. “Answer me, Cally.”
    “Yes,” I breathe. His fingers have slowed their movement under my dress, as if he knows how close he is to getting me off and he wants to wait.
    He moans appreciatively. “I’d start there. My tongue and lips and teeth on your breasts until I’ve memorized every curve and dip, until you’re begging me for more—” He removes his hand from between my legs, “until you come for me.”
    “William.”
    “I’ll get you there, baby. I swear. But not yet.” He slides