I toss my tights to the side, then tug on the tie that’s keeping my dress together at my waist.
“It’s me that’s been keeping us apart,” I say. “So you get to call the shots here. Tell me how you want me.”
He sucks in a breath, his nostrils flaring as my dress loosens, and I open it and let it slip off my shoulders and drop to the floor, leaving me in only my bra and panties.
He stands staring at me, his gaze raking up and down my body.
My nipples bead and my clit is already throbbing.
“Everett?” I ask.
“So many fucking ways, Ginger,” he says, his voice gruff. “Give me a second to decide where to start.”
I smile and reach behind me for my bra hooks.
I let it land on top of my dress. “Just pick one.” My thumbs tuck into the top of my panties, and I slide them down my legs. “We can do it all.”
I am now completely naked in front of him, while he’s still wearing everything, including his shoes and tie.
I should feel vulnerable, exposed. But I only feel hot. Vulnerability with this man is sweet, not dangerous.
I feel like a temptress, fully in control, definitely with the upper hand.
I take a step forward, but he says, “On your back.”
I quirk a brow.
His hand goes to his tie, loosening it. “Spread open. Where I can get at every inch of you. Where I can feast on you.”
Of course, he doesn’t want me on my knees pleasuring him. Of course he’s not going to immediately fuck me, even though I’ve been making him wait, holding him at arm’s length. Oh no. He’s still going to make this about me. Pleasure me. Worship me.
Heat cascades through me from my scalp to my toes. But it’s not just lust or desire. It’s love. It’s comfort. It’s joy. I will be completely cared for by this man.
I don’t say anything. I just back up to the edge of the bed. I sit, then scoot up to the middle of the mattress and lie back. I’m his. Whatever he wants.
His jacket hits the floor. He kicks off his shoes and undoes his belt, sliding it through the loops and tossing it aside. Then he crawls up the bed, still mostly dressed. His tie is loose around his neck, the top button of his shirt is unbuttoned, and his sleeves are rolled up on his forearms, but otherwise his shirt is still even tucked into his pants.
I wiggle. This makes it even hotter. He’s all about me.
As always.
I flash back to our first night together on Halloween in Denver.
The same thing happened. He was the one who stripped my clothes off, but I was still fully naked before he took even one article of clothing off. His mouth was all over my body before I even touched bare skin other than his face and neck.
He braces his hands on either side of my head and stares down at me. “I love you.”
I nod. “I know.”
That clearly pleases him.
“I love you too,” I tell him.
The flashes of emotion that go through his eyes nearly undo me.
Pleasure, joy, relief, and an even more intense look of love.
“This isnota one-time thing,” he says. “This is not one night. There’s no ‘getting it out of our systems’. There’s no more staying apart.”
