And then, she gripped his shirt and yanked. Fabric tore and buttons flew, exposing his chest to her heated gaze. Her hands … her hands were suddenly everywhere, on his pecs, sliding over his abdomen, circling his navel, lingering right above his waistband, then back up, making him as hard as a steel pipe.
“Don’t move,” she whispered.
Sitting up, she reached behind her. He watched in anticipation, his tongue sliding over his dry lips as she whipped off her bra and tossed it over her shoulder.
Her breasts … his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head. Years of wondering and imagining what they looked like did not do them justice. No, not at all. They were high, pert, and surprisingly full, though they seemed deceptively small when she was dressed.
He took her in, and his eyes stung for a moment. She was more beautiful than any dream he’d ever had.
He reached to caress her, but she slapped his hands away.
“Youget to look.” Her eyes were fire. “Iget to touch.”
He clenched his fists. Just what the hell was happening here?
Let it happen.
She brought her finger to his lips. “Suck.”
He hesitated, but when she tapped his mouth, he opened for her—and sucked voraciously.
She pressed down on his tongue. “Suck harder.”
He hollowed his cheeks and heard her hum of approval as he did what she asked.
“God, that gets me so hot.” Pulling out her finger, she used the wet tip to tease his nipples, circling each and pinching both gently until his hips began to buck involuntarily.
“You like that,” she whispered in an awed voice.
“Yeah,” he ground out.
She twisted harder. “How about this?”
The woman had already discovered one of his most sensitive erogenous zones.
“Yes.” He barely recognized his gritty voice.
Leaning over, slowly, slowly, she dragged her breasts over his pecs. She scooted lower. Flicked open the button of his pants.
She looked down on him, studying him with raw hunger as he strained painfully against his zipper.
And then, went right back to playing with his nipples.
He groaned.
Her smile was beautiful and wicked as she proceeded to pinch, twist, and rub until his jaw clenched so hard, he could hear teeth grinding.
“Jannie …”
“Uh-huh?”
“You’re killing me.”
“You love it.”
He felt himself harden, and then the telltale tingling at the base of his spine. He grunted.
That was when she stopped, thank God.
