“Great. That falls in line with the new plan.”
“What’s the new plan?”
“You taste me and I eat you for dinner.”
My knees…
My knees and my stomach quivered, and I could barely stand.
He moved to the hollow of my neck and kissed all along my neckline then his hands slid leisurely to cup both my breasts.
“I like that plan.” I certainly did.
Screw it.Dinner would have been nice, but the highlight of the evening was the prospect of getting to explore each other.
The bed was right there…why in the hell would we wait?
Thank you water leak, fate, or God—whoever created this opportunity for diversion.
He moved back and looked me over like he’d suddenly gotten another idea. The dark hue of his eyes told me it was going to be wild.
“Brooke …Take your clothes off for me, nice…and…slow.”
“Okay, Detective.”
He liked that. It made him smile.
I pulled the zipper on the side of the dress down, slowly for effect. Then I moved the straps down and pushed the rest of the garment down my torso.
I actually didn’t have much to take off, and that seemed to turn him on more.
As my breasts broke free, they bobbled and swayed toward him, inviting him to touch, and he did.
“Fuck,” he whispered as he looked at me and rubbed his fingers lightly over my diamond-hard nipples, made hard first from the cold water and now from him.
He stopped me when I went to push the dress down past my hips and zoned in on my belly button bar.
“Jesus, you didn’t have that yesterday.”
“I couldn’t decide on what color I wanted to wear.” I giggled.
Most days I wore my bar with the blue stones, but Sally had been on my mind when I’d woken up the previous day and I’d gotten into that crazy cycle of not knowing what to wear—similar to earlier in the evening when I couldn’t decide on the lipstick I wanted to tease him with.
Tonight’s bar had two little pink stones that did the job I wanted them to do. They fascinated him.
He ran his hands over the flat of my stomach and lowered himself to kiss and lick the skin around my navel. I leaned down as well so my breasts could brush against his face.
He took the bait and moved to taste my right nipple then my left, licking the tips and sucking, making me wet with desire. He then tugged on the dress around my waist.
“Continue. I want to watch you. Take everything off.”
I did as instructed, keeping my eyes on him because I wanted to watch him watching me. Just like the day before, the look returned—the look that told me he wanted to savor me. It was past want and need. It had those elements within it, but it was so much more. That was how he looked now, and it was hard to place my usual shield up against a man who could look at me like that.
My dress floated to my feet and I kicked it away. When I pushed my panties down and kicked those away too, his eyes went down to my core and lingered there. At first he just stared at me like he was in some sort of trance, and I found I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to break the moment with movement.
“I don’t know what part of you I want first, or more.”
“How about all of me?” I whispered.
