Because it’s her. Real and earthy and so fucking desirable.
I stare for a minute too long.
Jane’s cheeks turn pink. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re starving.”
“I am.”
Her eyes darken.
I reach up and slide the straps slowly down her shoulders, then unhook the clasp with careful fingers. When the bra falls away, I don’t pounce or rush. I simply look.
Her breasts are full and soft. Her nipples tighten in the cool air, and she instinctively crosses her arms in a flash of self-consciousness.
I catch her wrists gently. “Don’t hide from me.”
Jane’s startled eyes flick to mine as if she expected a command but received a choice instead.
Slowly, she lowers her arms. “I’ve never... been naked like this with someone.”
“I know,” I say softly. “You’re doin’ perfectly.”
Her eyes flick up to mine, surprised by the praise.
I lower my head and kiss her sternum, then the swell of one breast, before my mouth closes over her nipple.
Jane gasps sharply, and her hands fly to my shoulders.
I suck slowly, not hard, tasting her, listening to the way her breath changes. Her body arches, and a soft whimper breaks out of her like she didn’t know she could make that sound.
My cock responds enthusiastically as I switch to the other, tongue flicking, teeth grazing lightly.
Jane trembles, shifting on her feet as if she doesn’t know where to put herself.
“Tex,” she breathes.
I lift my head, eyes on her. “Talk to me.”
“I—” She sighs shakily. “I feel... hot.” She pauses, then adds in a rush, “Can you—I want”—her cheeks flame—“more. I want more of that.”
The fact that she made herself ask hits me somewhere deep.
“Good.”
She laughs weakly. “No, like... everywhere.”
“Also good,” I reply.
Her lips part on a shaky breath.
I ease her back onto the bed slowly, keeping eye contact, making sure she knows she’s not being taken, she’s being guided.
She sits, then lies back when I nudge her gently. I kneel at the edge of the mattress and slide my hands to her boots.
She tenses.
