“Not yet,” he said. “I want to look at you.”
She should have been self-conscious standing there against the wall in her underwear while a guy ogled her, but the way Remy gazed at her, drinking her in like she was the most beautiful woman in the world, made her believe she actually was.
Locking eyes with her, he stepped closer and leaned one hand against the wall beside her head. A playful smile curving his mouth, he lifted his free hand and traced a finger down her half-naked body, starting at her neck, then gliding along the edges of her delicate bra, before skimming over her taut abs to tease the waistband of her panties. She sagged into the wall, her body pulsing all over from his touch.
When Remy finally took her hand and led her over to the bed, Triana realized she’d never been more ready to sleep with anyone.
She generally followed a basic rule when it came to having sex with a guy. It wasn’t as rigid as one of those three-date things, though. She simply liked to get to know a man before letting sex cloud the situation.
But she had known Remy long before running into him at that club last night. In some crazy way, it was like she’d been waiting for this moment since high school. The idea that they needed to slow down and take their time was silly. If anything, she was kicking herself for not looking Remy up years ago. If she had, she could have been with this amazing guy all along.
When they stopped by the bed, Triana unbuttoned his shirt, dragging it out of his pants at the same time, then tossing it aside. Remembering how he’d gazed at her earlier, she took her time admiring the perfection that was Remy Boudreaux.
Damn, he was sinfully gorgeous.
Triana moved closer, slowly running her hands over his thick pecs, sculpted deltoids, and oh-so-lickable abs, then back up again. She slowed so she could examine the tattoo on the left side of his chest. He was so tall that it was practically at eye level for her. The tattoo was a shaggy-headed wolf with intense eyes. Above the wolf, the word SWAT stood out in strong, bold letters. Even though she knew very little about tattoos, she knew enough to recognize that this one was exquisitely done.
She leaned forward to trace her lips along the lines of the wolf-head tattoo, smiling as his muscles trembled in response to her touch. Clearly he liked it when she did that. She’d have to make a note of it.
While the SWAT part of the ink was self-explanatory, she wasn’t quite sure what the wolf represented. She opened her mouth to ask him what the deal was with it when she caught sight of a scar on the right side of his chest, almost directly above his nipple. There was a star-shaped indentation in the middle with three long, straight lines radiating from the center of it.
As she moved closer—disguising her inspection by kissing and nibbling along the way—she realized the lines had tiny, almost imperceptible dots on either side of them. Working in a medical examiner’s office, she immediately recognized the dots as marks left by surgical staples.
She was tempted to ask him when the injury had occurred but decided against it. Now was definitely not the best time to discuss a subject like that, not when they were in the process of getting naked and naughty.
Setting her curiosity aside for the moment, she focused her attention on the man in front of her instead of his scar. That wasn’t difficult to do. Remy was absolutely mesmerizing.
Gliding her hands down his abs, she got her fingers in his belt and began unbuckling it. He helped, kicking off his shoes and shoving down his pants.
She was pleased to see that his legs were just as muscular and sexy as the rest of him. In fact, there wasn’t an inch of him that wasn’t hunky. If the bulge in his underwear was any indication, things were only going to get better.
With a groan, Remy tugged her close and kissed her, his mouth making her dizzy as his hands slipped around behind her to undo the hooks on her bra. The garment went sailing and then she was reveling in the sensation of her sensitive nipples rubbing against his muscular chest.
She was so busy moaning against his mouth she almost missed it when his hands slid down her back and skimmed her panties over her hips. If it wasn’t for the wetness grazing the inside of her thighs as the tiny scrap of material fell to the floor, she probably wouldn’t even have known she was completely naked.
Remy’s big hands returned to her ass, squeezing and massaging, making her whimper. She pulled away to look at him. “Okay, full disclosure time. I really like when you touch my butt.”
He gave her a wicked smile as he tightened his grip on her bottom. “I’ll definitely keep that in mind.”
Drunk from his kisses, Triana melted against him, loving the feel of his strong hands exploring her body. But as he teased her breasts, then went back to caressing her ass again, it occurred to her that she was being selfish. How fair was it for her to be getting all the attention, while Remy’s poor shaft was still trapped in his underwear? It was time to give him as much pleasure as he was giving her.
Pulling away, she dropped to her knees in front of him. Without a word, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his boxer briefs and carefully slid them down over his erection. It took a little work, since they clearly hadn’t been intended to contain everything Remy was packing. But with care and patience, she was finally able to set him completely free.
After she had his underwear all the way down his thighs, she took the opportunity to sit back on her heels and take him all in. Remy’s cock was long, thick, and more beautiful than she could ever have imagined. It throbbed and pulsed in front of her, and as she watched, a glistening little bead formed at the tip, beckoning her forward.
Triana reached out and wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, rubbing her hand up and down his length a few times before leaning forward to take him in her mouth.
Remy let out what sounded like a growl as she dipped her head, taking him as deep as she could. She moaned in appreciation as his masculine essence coated her tongue. She’d never tasted anything like that in her life… It was almost intoxicating in its effect on her.
She slid her mouth up to the tip, then back down, alternating between deep-throating and quick little butterfly flicks of her tongue along the underside of his sensitive head. Remy slid his fingers into her hair, urging her on.
Triana had intended to simply tease him to show him just how much she enjoyed all the things he’d been doing to her, but now that she was down there, she didn’t want to stop. The idea of getting to taste all of him was definitely enticing, especially since she’d get to make him hard all over again. Was there anything not great about that?
But as she tightened her hand around his shaft, working it up and down in rhythm with her mouth, Remy apparently decided he wasn’t going to let her have her way. One moment, she was kneeling on the floor with him in her mouth; the next, he was tugging her to her feet and spinning her around to face the bed. A split second later, he wrapped his big, strong arms around her, trapping her against his chest…and his extremely hard cock.
She stilled as she felt his hardness pressing against the top of her ass and lower back and pulsing with arousal. Slowly turning her head, she looked over her shoulder, catching sight of him out of the corner of her eye. Her breath caught at the hungry, almost predatory look on his face. She’d been going to say something witty about how it was impolite to interrupt a woman while she was working, but one look at the expression on his face changed her mind.
Foreplay was over, and things were about to get very serious.
