Her mouth curves.
It takes me another second to make my tongue work.
“You—” I clearmy throat. “You look…”
I can’t even finish it properly because there isn’t a word good enough.
Beautiful isn’t enough.
Sexy isn’t enough.
Stunning sounds weak.
None of it touches what she’s doing to me standing in the kitchen with moving boxes everywhere and those heels clicking over the floor as she steps closer.
“Fuck,” I say instead, because it’s honestly all Icansay.
She keeps walking toward me, slow, deliberate, every step sending another jolt through my system.
When she speaks, her voice is low and sultry, surrounding me, wrapping me up in her web.
“When I bought this dress,” she says, her voice sexy and husky, “I pictured you taking it off of me.”
My pulse pounds so hard I can feel it in my throat.
“And you never did.” Her lips move into a pout. “It just seems like such a waste."
She lifts a hand slowly, and her fingers trace the neckline of the dress, right above the swell of her breast. My eyes follow the movement like I’m hypnotized.
"Well," I finally say. "It seems we have ourselves a problem,don't we?"
My gaze drops to her red lips.
And her smile deepens, goes just a bit arrogant and a lot dangerous.
She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
I am across the room so fast she gasps.
I back her up until her shoulders hit the wall, crowding her, caging her in with my body, my hands planted on either side of her head. Not touching. Her pulse is beating wildly in her throat.
I lean in, but I don’t kiss her. I let her feel the heat of me. The threat of it.
“You know,” I say, my voice low, “I spent a lot of hours thinking about this dress after that night."
I lean in a little closer, until my lips are nearly brushing her ear.
“I thought about every single inch of it. How it would feel on my skin. How it would look on my floor.”
She shudders, her breath hitching.
“I thought about taking it off you so slowly you’d be begging me to hurry. Then thought about taking it off you so fast you’d be begging me to slow down. I thought about ripping it off you. Tearing it apart, so you'd have nothing to cover this gorgeous body with. I thought about using it to tie you to the bed whileI ate you for hours.
“Antonio,” she whispers.
“I thought about you coming on my tongue,” I whisper. “Over and over. With your hands in my hair and my name on your lips. I thought about you coming so hard you couldn’t see."
Her eyes are dark, pupils open wide. The red of her lipstick looks even deeper now.
