Something is hard.
“You have an amazing body, Brad.”
“Th-thank you,” he gritted out.
She kissed him, her mouth soft and wet on his skin, leaving a trail of fire as her lips traveled over his shoulder.
“You taste good too.”
“I'm dying here.” His groan wasn’t loud, more a growl.
“Why?” She lifted her head, her eyes now inches from his, and he lost himself in them.
“Because of your touch, and the feel of your lips on my skin, baby. You're sexy, and I want you very much.”
“Oh.” She gave him a slow smile that increased his tension, and then started kissing his chest. Her hands moved too, trailing over his skin.
Brad couldn't stop another long, slow moan as she reached the waistband of his jeans.
“I like hearing you moan.”
“Keep doing that and you’ll hear more.”
Her huff of breath brushed his damp skin.
“I—he never let me do this.”
“Your husband?” Brad wheezed as she moved over his chest, placing small kisses and long licks.
“Yes. I was never allowed to be in control.”
“Well, you are now,” he gritted out as she touched him through his jeans.
She’d kissed him everywhere, he was sure. No inch of his chest was left untouched, and Brad was fairly certain that for the first time he was going to disgrace himself by coming with his pants on.
“Macy, you’re killing me here, baby.”
“I've never incited anyone's passions before.”
“I find that hard to believe,” Brad said, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her against him. “My passions were incited the first time I saw you in this dress, walking down the aisle. I remember thinking, that is one sexy bridesmaid.”
“Thank you for saying that.”
“I don't lie, Macy.”
“Okay.” Her eyes no longer held fear, instead they were filled with sensual heat.
“I need to touch you too. Will you take off your dress for me?”
She bit her lip, and he thought about those teeth sinking into him, and closed his eyes.
“If you don't want to—”
“No.” She eased back down his thighs, then grabbed the hem and lifted it, dropping the dress to the ground.
“Jesus.” Brad's whisper was fierce. “How the hell do you figure you don't incite passion looking like that?”
Her skin was sun kissed and smooth, stomach softly rounded, her breasts cupped in cream satin, and he wanted to run his mouth over every inch of her.
