Goosebumps spring up on my skin. “Did you solve the mystery? Or did your poor head start to hurt?”
His eyes flit up to mine, seeing the spark of a challenge reflected back. His fingertips reach out, starting at the base of my neck, that long pointer finger grazing a tortuous line down my spine, zig-zagging a path along each notch, stepping close enough that his heavy exhale dances across my skin.
He traces each silk strap with ease, reaching my lower back with his palm spread wide. He presses his hand into my now feverish body, smoothing it up and grabbing the nape of my neck.
My head falls back, body already becoming languid underneath his touch. His arms coil around my waist, calloused hands reaching up to palm my heavy breasts as his lips find the delicate spot under my ear. I cover his hands with mine, curling my fingers to force his grip to tighten, and he releases a savage groan.
“I fucking love your tits,” he moans into the shell of my ear. “I’ve dreamed of them for years. Ofyou. Of the moment I’d finally get you naked and taste what’s between those sweet legs.”
We haven’t known each other for years, but okay.
“You haven’t even seen them yet,” I tease, turning my mouth to find his. “They might disappoint.” I tilt my chin up, begging for him to kiss me. He angles his head down, our lips a hair’s breadth apart before he speaks.
“Nothing, and I mean absolutelynothing, about you could ever disappoint me.”
I’m about to fire off a cocky line, something about how I might end up the disappointed one tonight, when his hands clench the straps against my ribs and a quick tear rips through the room, immediately silencing me.
My entire dress loosens and I gasp, hands darting up to cross over my chest as the emerald straps slip and slide out of eachdainty loop. He takes a step back, a devilish smirk on his face as the dress falls to pieces. It catches at my elbows, and I look back at him just in time to see him temper a smile.
I cock a brow at this playful side of him, letting the fabric loosen and fall to my hips. Tucking my thumbs under the itchy material, I slowly shimmy side to side to push my dress to the floor.
He releases a low growl at the sight of my skimpy underwear. “Your bra.”
I wanted to go braless today, but the girls wouldn’t hold themselves up, so I had to go with a half-bra contraption that’s been pissing me off all evening. I gladly run a thumb under the sticky sides, slowly peeling it away from my skin, breathing a sigh of relief when my breasts fall free.
My nipples pebble in the cool air and I toss the bra to the floor, landing on top of my dress. My hands move to massage my aching skin.
Jim stares in awe as I slip off my heels, leaving me naked with the exception of my dainty thong. I turn towards the full-length mirror that lines the wall, hands coming up to dig through my braid, fingers fumbling for each bobby pin as I pull them out one by one. I drop each of them on the dresser in front of me, practically moaning as the blood flow returns to my scalp.
I pull the elastic from the end of my hair, combing my fingers through the thick locks, letting the wavy mess fall free over my shoulders. It’s only then that I turn to face him.
“You are exquisite,” he says, voice hoarse with honesty.
He loosens the knot in his tie, opening the top few buttons of his shirt before pulling the necktie free from his collar. He runs the silk through his hands in slow, methodical movements. “I should tie you to the headboard with this. Watch you squirm as I taste every inch of your delectable body.”
My eyes dart to the side, wondering if we could make that dream a reality, when I see the headboard is decorative only. A large piece of thick wood, carved with intricate leafy designs not attached to the bed, but nailed directly to the wall. “Looks like we’re out of luck.”
“I saw, but offering to tie you to the wall sconce doesn’t sound nearly as sexy.” He tosses the useless tie to the floor, smirking as he does.
A laugh bubbles out of me and I reach for him, wanting less clothes and less space between us. He stills my hands, ushering with a tilt of his head to the bed.
“Sit.”
I arch a brow, wondering which version of Jim I’ll get for the night. The playful, flirty one he usually shows, or this quiet, serious one that’s new to me.
I do as he asks, taking a seat on the foot of the bed, leaning back to rest on my palms. The soft duvet melts under my touch and I lay back, reaching my arms up and over my head, soaking in the comfort. If the promise of a potential orgasm wasn’t on the horizon, I’d likely roll over and fall asleep within seconds.
Jim comes to stand between my spread legs, bumping the inside of my knees with his. “Wider.”
I jut my legs out and he taps my knee with his hand. “I said wider.”
My lace thong is already soaked, the anticipation nearly killing me, but I do as he commands, adjusting my stance so wide the strip of fabric covering me pulls to the side, exposing a lip.
His nostrils flare at the sight, a painful groan releasing from his chest. His shirt is ripped off and tossed to the floor, followed by his undershirt. He unclasps his belt, pulling the top button open on his pants before he stills, hands dropping to his sides. “You do it.”
My hands immediately leave the bed, reaching to rip open his belt. I peel the zipper down and shove his pants over his muscular ass, only to come face to face with his giant cock pressing angrily against his briefs.
I tuck my fingers under the waistband, tugging his briefs and pants down to his knees in one movement, letting every rock-hard inch of him stare me in the face.
