“Patience.” His breath warmed my skin. “I’m taking my time with you.”
I groaned.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my back. “You’ll thank me later.”
Clasp by clasp, he worked his way down. Each one followed by a kiss. By the time he reached the last one, I was trembling.
The dress pooled around my feet.
I stood in an ivory lace lingerie set Brynn had insisted I buy. Strapless bra, matching panties, garter belt, stockings. The works.
Cole circled me. Took in every inch.
“Jesus Christ.”
“Good Jesus or bad Jesus?”
“Very, very good Jesus.” He stopped in front of me, cupped my face. “If we had a hundred years together, I could never write a song that captures how beautiful you are.”
My throat tightened. “Cole…”
“I mean it.” His thumb traced my bottom lip. “You’re everything.”
He kissed me. Slow. Deep. The kind of kiss that promised exactly what was coming.
His hands slid down my sides, unhooked my bra. It joined the dress on the floor.
Cool air hit my skin. My nipples hardened.
Cole’s gaze dropped. Heated.
“These, too.” He hooked his fingers in my panties, slid them down.
But instead of using his hands, he knelt.
Took the lace between his teeth.
Dragged them down my legs with aching slowness.
I gripped his shoulders to keep from collapsing.
“You’re evil.”
“You love it.” He looked up at me, still on his knees, my panties dangling from his mouth.
I laughed despite the heat flooding my body. “You look ridiculous.”
He tossed them onto the floor and grinned. “But you’re turned on anyway.”
“Shut up and ravage me already.”
“As my wife commands.” He stood and guided me to the bed. “Lie down.”
I did.
He stepped back. Unbuttoned his shirt. One button at a time.
“You’re killing me.”
