His hands touching everything along the way, skimming the skin of her thighs, brushing against spandex, until he got to the waistband nestled high above her belly button.
Then, Travis Frank surprised her, because he removed the shaper without any assistance. Like he was a spandex-shaper-remover professional.
This was impressive because it took her a solid three minutes to get the thing on and off, yet he rolled the material down, down, down, and tossed it off the bed like it wasn’t a big deal and she was still desirable and…yes, she was so going to put her mouth on that tent in his trousers. A lot.
A whole lot.
Later, though, because he needed to finish undressing her. And she was damp between her thighs and she had barely moved but was breathing heavily and it would probably take only two strokes from him and she’d come.
With tongue and lips and hands, he pressed butterfly kisses to the scar just above her pubic bone, around the side of her belly where silver stretch marks marred the skin.
He continued touching and kissing all the spots she’d never shown anyone except her doctor.
“Travis, you don’t have to…” she started to say but ended on an ahhhh, because his kisses had moved to between her thighs and this time they were of the French variety.
Using his thumbs to stroke her sensitive opening, he tongued her core, rolling his mouth over the center of her desire until she was clutching the bedspread. Panting, she was pretty much seeing all the stars that were ever in the night sky.
“I want to.” He raised his gaze. His eyes held hers, which was amazing but also not, because his mouth left the space between her thighs.
What did he want to do?
He should continue doing whatever it was he wanted to do.
She must’ve somehow broadcast this either telepathically or, more likely, with words she didn’t realize she was speaking, because he chuckled. Deep and low and she clenched the bedspread harder.
Seriously? Could a woman come when a man wasn’t even touching her?
“Let me see you.” He massaged the spot where her thighs met her torso with the pads of his thumbs.
She pinched her eyes shut. They’d come this far. He was into this. She was into this. He’d already seen most of it.
If they were going to do this, she could hold off him seeing her totally exposed for only a little while.
Eventually, he’d catch glimpses.
Hopefully, later, in a shower where they could experiment with aquatic sex and she could do the whole going down on him thing she really, really wanted to do.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“Open your eyes, sunshine.” The words were commanding and gentle and how he managed them to be both, she had no idea.
She did, however, do as he asked.
He sat back on his heels, looking over her body like he was cataloging all the things that needed changing.
But maybe he wasn’t.
Because the heat was back in his eyes. He looked wrecked. In a good way.
“God, Rach.” His gaze skimmed her once more, from her face to her core. “You have no idea, do you?”
Okay, or maybe not. Maybe it was exactly as she’d expected.
Mortifying. This was mortifying. She started to pull the dress back down. “I know. I know. It’s not?—”
He pressed his hand over hers, stilling their descent with the fabric. “You have no idea how beautiful you are.”
Um. What?
