Grinning at him over my shoulder when I reached the top landing, I pulled him into the guest room, shooing Boots out before closing the door. My cat did not need to witness what I hoped was about to happen.
I directed Lane to the chair in the corner. His expression was dazed as he dropped that big, beautiful body down on the plush cream fabric, elbows coming to rest on the wooden arms.
Without speaking, I reached behind my back and gripped the zipper of my dress, slowly tugging it down. As it loosened, the straps slipped down my shoulders to curve over my biceps, but I kept my elbows tight to my sides so it didn’t completely slip free from my body.
“Sunny,” he rasped, hands gripping the arms of the chair tight enough that the wood squeaked. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t think I’m ready for you to touch me yet,” I admitted. “It’s not a you thing. It’s a me thing. But I thought…”
“Thought what?” he prompted when I trailed off.
“Thought you might like to watch.”
Lane leaned forward and came half out of the chair like he was about to grab me, throw me down, and have his way with me.
But he held back, catching himself at the last moment and once again sitting down, his elbows resting on his knees now.
“Lose the dress, sunny.”
“Is this your show or mine?” I asked, though I put my hands over my chest and loosened my elbows, letting the dress slip a bit, revealing most of the upper curves of my breasts.
“Mine,” he growled, giving me the sense he wasn’t talking about the exhibition I was about to put on.
I let go of the dress, and it sluiced down my body. With it pooled around my feet, I was left in only white, sheer lace panties. Cool air caressed my nipples, tightening them to peaks.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Lane groaned then shoved his fist against his mouth.
Lifting my hand, I trailed the tips of my fingers over my hip, up my stomach, and higher. Through the valley between my breasts, stopping when I met the teardrop pendant at the end of my necklace. Toying. Waiting for Lane’s next instruction.
“Panties off.”
I dipped my thumbs into the waistband at my hips and slowly teased them down until they cleared my quads and dropped to the floor.
Lane’s gaze focused on the apex of my thighs, and I was grateful I’d taken an everything shower earlier. My pussy was smooth and bare, and Lane’s mouth popped open slightly in awe.
A girl could get used to having a man as sexy as him look at her like that.
“Get on the bed.”
Turning, I climbed onto the mattress slowly, spreading my legs and glancing over my shoulder at him. I wassoaked, and I wondered if he could tell from across the room. By the way his eyes darkened, how his tongue darted out to trace a slow path across his bottom lip, I knew he could.
I settled in the middle of the mattress on my back, reclined against the pillows and angled slightly so he’d have a front row seat of everything from his perch in the corner.
Parting my legs, I put myself on full display for him.
“Sutton.”
My name was a plea. A prayer.
“Now what?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
I was painfully aroused, my pulse throbbing in my clit, my nipples hard enough to cut glass.
“Put your hands where you want mine.”
How could I even choose where to begin? I wanted his handseverywhere. Maybe not right now, but…soon.
Starting with my boobs, I massaged them lightly with my fingertips, the pressure of my palms against my nipples sending a spark of electricity to my clit.
