My thighs clench together at his words and my neglected vagina jumps to her feet and gives this man a standing ovation.
Dear God.
I toy with the buttons of his shirt. “You have a talented tongue.”
His fingers play with the strap of my dress before lowering it. “Wait until I have my mouth on your pussy. Then you’ll know how talented my tongue really is.”
“That’s a big promise.”
He lowers the second strap. “The sooner you’re out of this dress, the sooner you’ll find out what you’ve been missing.”
I pull my arms through them. “Such confidence.”
“It has nothing to do with confidence. It has everything to do with how damn much I want you.”
That confession leaves me speechless for a beat. “The things you say?—”
“Are things I mean.”
There he goes again, robbing me of my words.
“Ready to play, Goldilocks?” The heat of his gaze as his eyes travel over me sets my body on fire.
Goosebumps prickle over my skin. “So, so ready.”
Kaz sweeps me in his arms, bridal style, and climbs the stairs to the third floor. I loop my arms around his neck and cradle my head against his strong chest.
We arrive at his majestic bedroom, decorated in the same gray, white, and black neutral tones as the rest of his carriage house.
He drops me to my feet like I’m a fragile doll, spins me, gathers my hair in one hand, and pulls it to one side. “This dress is going to look so much better when it’s off your sinful body.” He whispers those words low against the back of my neck.
My eyes close, relishing them.
He backs away from me, taking his heat with him, and I mourn the loss.
He inches down the zipper of my dress, the sound echoing in his bedroom. He lowers to his haunches and slides the dress down my body. “Step out of it.”
I hold onto his shoulder and do as I’m told.
Kaz glances up.
Those blue wells are darker than I’ve seen them so far, shadowed by something dangerous, like a storm brewing on the horizon.
He whistles and shakes his head. “Did I buy this lingerie?”
“Everything nice I own, you bought for me.”
“Did you pick this, or Judith?”
“I did…” I hesitate.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
I’m not sure how far I should go with my confession.
He tilts his head to the side.
Just put it out there.“I bought the lingerie… with you in mind.”
