His chest was sculpted and her fingers tingled as she remembered how his muscles had rippled under her palms. She itched to touch him again.
Killian dropped his hands to the waistband of his pants.
Dizzie moaned.
He popped the top button open. Then the next.
His fingers moved to the next one, but he didn’t undo it. His hands fell away.
“Your turn.” His voice was still rough. But tentative.
Dizzie sat up, trying to comprehend the sudden, subtle change in the atmosphere. His move didn’t feel calculated. And she didn’t think he was shy. Then it hit her.
Focused on making Killian feel comfortable, she crawled off the bed and pressed against him. She wrapped her hands behind his neck and tugged him down for a kiss.
The suddenness of the move caught Killian off balance and she used that to spin him around.
She pulled back from the kiss, breathless. She rose on tiptoes and steered him back.
“Bed,” she warned before the backs of his knees hit the mattress.
He reached for her, but she stepped back, out of reach, and waggled her finger at him.
She watched him as she ran her hands over her breasts, taking pleasure from the texture of the lace, the whorls and loops soft and smooth against her palms. She skimmed her fingertips over her nipples and gasped out loud as the delicate fabric scraped over the tip.
Desire flared in Killian’s eyes. “Come here.” A command as much as a request.
Her hands skimmed over her torso, her hips, as she stepped closer, moving between his legs.
Killian reached for her and she guided his hands to her hips, placing hers on top. For several breaths they stayed that way, his hands under hers.
He moved his hands over her hips. Her body swayed gently under his exploration.
Dizzie raised her hands to the straps on the dress. She opened the clasp on the right shoulder first, then the left.
She lay her hands back atop his. Gently, she directed his caresses downward. The dress slid down her body until she stood in her underwear before the sexiest man she’d ever met.
Thank god it was good underwear.
She tried not to fidget as he sat there, his hands on her hips, looking at her. She had to be at ease with herself if she wanted Killian to feel comfortable enough to reveal himself.
It was damn hard. For the first time in her life, Dizzie was thankful that most of her modifications were on the inside.
Killian’s hands began to move again and she stopped thinking.
“Pretty.” He ran his fingers along the bottom band of the lace bra.
“Thankyou,” she replied. His eyes met hers and she added, “You bought them for me.”
“You’re very welcome.” The fire in his eyes flared again, this time with an overlay of possession. “You should wear this color all the time.” His gaze ran up and down her body, leaving heat in its wake. “Or better yet, no color at all.”
He toyed with one of the straps. Dragged it off her shoulder and back on.
Down and up. The stroke of his fingers and the rasp of the lace as it shifted was hypnotic.
He slid a finger under the other strap, repeated the movement. Down and up. Back and forth.
Without warning, he slid both straps down to mid-biceps.
