The kiss broke, just enough to catch our breath, before I dipped my head, trailing kisses along her jawline and back up to her ear.
“Turn around,” I whispered.
I gripped her waist as she spun around so her back pressed against me.
“May I?” My fingers brushed the spot I’d zipped up just hours ago.
“Please,” she breathed.
I slid two fingers beneath the fabric and eased it down, one hand trailing her spine, slow enough to watch the goosebumps rise.
She turned to face me, and those fucking pretty hooded blues locked on mine. I exhaled a curse and let my mouth drag down her throat.
“You’ve been driving me fucking insane since the second you walked into my house tonight,” I said, my lips brushing her skin. “Looking like a fucking angel I’m not supposed to touch.”
“You did, though,” she whispered, extending her neck toward me.
I straightened, breathing hard, eyes dragging over her, desperate to memorize every inch of her. “Not nearly enough.”
She whimpered when my hands found the edge of her dress. I pushed it down slowly, savoring the moment. And then, she was there, standing in front of me in black lace so delicate, it looked painted on.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
Lace across her chest, thin straps biting into her shoulders, tiny bows I wanted to sink my teeth into. The panties matched—barely there, all tease and sin.
“Baby.”
Her eyes lifted to mine. “Mmm?”
“You’re mine tonight. Every gasp, every moan—I want to be the reason for all of them.”
I moved to the floor without thinking, my knees hitting the carpet. She stood there, watching me like she owned me—and fuck, maybe she did.
“Step out,” I said.
She did, one foot at a time, getting rid of her dress. Then, she backed up and sat on the edge of my bed like it was her throne.
She lifted one foot, resting it against my chest. The heel was thin and strappy, making her legs look miles long. I met her gaze.
“Take it off for me?” She cocked her head.
My hands curled around her ankle, and my thumb dragged along her skin. “Anything for you.”
I unclasped the tiny strap and slid the heel off slowly, pressing a kiss to her bare ankle. Then, I reached for the other. Starting at her knee, my hand glided down to her shin, all the way to her ankle. “Fuck, El. You’re sitting there like you were made to be worshipped, and I’m about to prove my devotion.”
I set her foot down and lifted onto my knees. Her hands landed on my chest, that lace bra doing absolutely nothing to hide how hard her nipples were. My mouth brushed the edge of one before trailing down the line of her ribs. My palms slid up her thighs, under her ass, lifting her just enough to scoot her back on the bed. I followed, bracing a knee on the mattress as she leaned onto her elbows, watching me, hair wild and cheeks flushed.
“You said everywhere.” My fingers ghosting along her waistband. “So, you tell me—what’s first?”
“I want your mouth.”
“On your lips or between your legs?”
Her breath stuttered, and she shrugged.
I was going to fucking lose it. “Say it.”
“Put your damn mouth on me, Sawyer.”
