Hide & Seek - James Patterson [19]
The game was their best so far. It was incredibly close—closer, he knew, than Vannie had expected—but at the last minute, in a move he should have foreseen, she took his rook with a knight. She leaned back in smug satisfaction.
“I'm afraid—checkmate, my darling, Mr. Competitive.”
“Oh, sod it!” Will roared and struck the game board in frustration. Pieces flew on the bed and across the floor and under the night table.
“Typical loser. Typical man,” Vannie said. “How do you think your opponents feel on the football pitch?”
They both laughed. Then they scooted around the bedroom, picking up the scattered pieces: queen under the night table; knight somehow on top of the bureau; king underfoot on the imitation Oriental rug.
On hands and knees, they reached for the king simultaneously. Will's elbow grazed the slick cloth of Vannie's dress; he could feel the warmth of her skin underneath. She didn't pull away. Neither did Will.
Every sound, every tiny movement, suddenly became intensified in the bedroom. Electricity spiraled up his spine, and he could scarcely breathe. She wants me. I was right. I knew it.
Vannie stared into his eyes for a long second. She actually stared at him. The room was so quiet. He was conscious of the staccato pounding of his heart, and was afraid she could hear it. He wanted to hear her heart.
Without saying a word, Vannie's fingers gently traced Will's cheeks. Then, they trailed down over his throat, rode the lump of his Adam's apple. He gave a little moan.
She leaned forward and kissed him softly. Then she nipped his unpuckered lips with her teeth. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing him against her breasts.
Her tongue slid inside his mouth. Her tongue was inside him, and it was hard.
“Dear, sweet boy,” she whispered. “You are something else. You're very special, Will.”
Will's hands finally reached for her, tentatively at first, as though they themselves barely believed the miracle that was happening. Then more aggressively, up and down her surprisingly well muscled back, her soft face, her neck, and then, blessedly, to those wondrous breasts. She wants me. Finally, someone does.
“Not so fast,” she whispered. “We have time, Master Will.”
“I know that. I've thought about this a lot.”
She smiled and her eyes opened wide with amusement. “You have, have you?”
His hands slid down along the outside of her legs. Vannie's dress made a sound like light static in the air.
She tugged at her own belt, then pulled him even closer. He didn't know what would happen next—what could happen?
He was already taller than she by half a foot, and much stronger, though she was strong. Her hands slipped all over him, reaching down into his pajamas. Her dress fell away to the floor. How many hands did she have? Where had she learned all this?
Will's face and neck were extremely hot—on fire; his ears were loudly ringing. His penis felt huge, and he rubbed against her bare flesh with a cry of utter joy. He wasn't sure what to do now, exactly where to go from here, but he would figure it out. He was smart, just as she suspected.
Naked, Vannie lay on her back on the bed. She was holding herself open with her hands. Her cheeks were red, blushing, and he loved that look, would never forget it.
“Now,” she said, reaching for him. “Now would be a very good time, Will.”
She wanted it to happen. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Will watched her face—studied her beautiful brown eyes; then her rising breasts; the luscious V of her legs and the dark hair at the center. He was so hard that he almost couldn't believe it was he. He felt stronger and more powerful than he ever had. Most important, he knew what to do with her. He just knew it. Naturally.
“Don't rush it, Will,” she whispered to him. “Take your time, young Master.”
“Don't worry. I don't want it to be over either.”
When it was, though, when they lay together, and she gently stroked his long blond hair, she said, “You're