She shakes her head. “I just want a man who’ll be good to me.”
“Then you found one, Heather.”
“Have I?”
“Give me a shot and I’ll prove it to you.”
“Okay.”
I back off her and take my cut off, laying it across the top of her dresser. It looks odd next to that pretty perfume bottle.
She hasn’t moved from where I left her, her gaze raking my body as I strip for her.
The corner of her mouth pulls up, and I realize the irony. This time a man is stripping for her.
I grin and take my time unbuckling my belt, and her eyes flare with heat.
“That’s a lot of ink you have,” she whispers, her gaze consuming every inch of exposed skin.
I bite my bottom lip, wondering if I’ll find any on her.
When I’m naked, I move over her, settling my weight on her soft body. She moans at the feeling, and I stare into her eyes, one of my palms stroking from her hip up her curves.
I want her naked, but I’ll settle for taking it slow.
My hand closes over her breast and I squeeze, watching the reaction in her eyes. Heat flares in their depths, and her mouth parts.
I strum my thumb over her taut nipple poking through the fabric of her shirt, and she licks her lips. I can’t hold back the groan that rumbles up my throat at the thought of taking it into my mouth.
Dipping my head, I push the neckline of her shirt aside to reveal the soft blue bra beneath. I hook a thumb in the cup and pull it down, and that glorious tit pops into full view.
“Gorgeous,” I breathe, just taking in the sight of it. “I’ve thought about my mouth on you.”
“Do it,” she whispers. “I want that, too.”
Her eyes lock with mine as I lower my mouth to that pert nipple that just begs for my attention. I’m relishing every moment, committing it all to my memory forever. With the tip of my tongue, I stroke over it, toying with the tight bud.
She thrusts her chest up, arching her back and writhing beneath me. “Suck it.”
When I give her what she wants, her head goes back, and she drags in a ragged breath. I want to check if she’s wet, but I swore I wouldn’t rush.
Her hands go to my head, fingers threading my hair and nails raking my scalp.
Desire trails a scorching path straight to my dick like white-hot lightning.
I suck, then let her nipple pop out of my mouth and blow on it, watching it pucker up in the cool air. I tease the tip with my teeth, and her hands tighten in my hair, a moan vibrating her chest.
“Oh, God,” she whispers. “What you do to me.”
I tease and torment her until it's not enough for either of us. She’s trembling in my arms, and I haven’t even touched her intimately yet.
My desire for this woman is so intense, it's taking everything in me to go slow.
I move to her other breast and give it the same attention. Now both her breasts are tugged free and exposed. She looks hot as hell that way.
“I like you like this, all on display for me. So beautiful, princess.”
Her hands roam over my shoulders and back, then around to my muscled chest.
