Page 127 of The Casanova Complex

I want her naked and spread out in front of me so I can have my wicked way with her.

She sits up so I can pull it over her head, and then I see exactly what she meant earlier at the arena about what she had on beneath it.

“Baby.”

My voice is hoarse and tight with desire, my gaze raking down every inch of her creamy skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

A flush moves to her cheeks, and she grins, biting her bottom lip as she sits up on her elbows. “You like it?”

“Nah,” I rasp. “I fucking love it.”

I’m going to be completely honest, I have no idea what you’d even call the black scraps of lace and satin she’s wearing. All I know is that the fabric is molded around her tits, thin straps crossing over the swells. There’s a sheer material covering her nipples, and I can see the tight, peaked buds beneath, making my mouth fucking water.

Her panties match the top, with a strap that wraps across her hips and is secured to the waistband of her panties. More sheer fabric covers the front of her pussy, and I can see her clit peeking out from her lips.

I don’t even have words right now.

Thoughts.

Breath.

It’s been siphoned from my lungs by the wicked little thing who’s got her fingers sweeping wickedly along the fabric of her panties, dipping beneath the sexy strap of lingerie on her stomach, and then lower to the spot between her thighs.

“There were garters, but I was worried someone would see them beneath my skirt.”

I hum, still trying to form words.

A beat passes, and I can’t decide where to look. Every goddamn thing is so sexy that I’m like a ping-pong ball bouncing on the walls.

“Well?”

My eyes snap to hers, and she’s got a playful lilt to her lips, her brow lifted. “What do you think? You haven’t said anything.”

“You broke my brain, baby.”

Merritt’s head falls back on her shoulders as she giggles. She sits up and crawls across to the edge of the bed where I’m standing.

She glides her hand down my chest and rakes her fingernails lightly over my abs, making them twitch, and then down across my cock, which is already hard again, causing me to hiss.

Then she grabs my hand and brings it to the front of her panties. Warm, damp fabric meets me, and I groan, snapping out of my stupor.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” I lean down and capture her lips, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, nibbling on it while my fingers rub a slow circle over her clit. “Any idea how lucky I feel? How perfect you are for me in every way? I don’t even understand how you’re real, Merritt, let alone mine.”

Her hand moves up my chest, and she fingers the chain, looping her finger into it as she pulls me even closer, whispering against my lips. “I’m real, and I’m yours, Bennett. Show me how yours I am.”

I crash my lips into hers and haul her into me, reveling in the warmth of her pressed against me. She sighs into my mouth, her fingers moving from my chain to my hair, tangling in the back.

I lower her to the bed and kick off my shoes at the same time, hovering over her so I don’t crush her.

Compared to my height and build, she’s fucking tiny.

Her thighs bracket my hips, fitting me between them with her warm, wet cunt brushing against my briefs. My slacks are still hanging open from the head she just gave me, and I’ve honestly never been so desperate in my life to get rid of my clothes, to feel her bare skin on mine. I make quick work of both as I step out of them.

Tearing my mouth away, I pull to look down at her, my admiring gaze roaming over her blown pupils, pink, swollen lips, the sexy-as-fuck lingerie.

I drop to my knees at the end of the bed, hands curving around her thighs to haul her to the edge, and then I pull that tiny scrap of lace down her legs and lick her pussy, an agonizingly slow swipe of my tongue that trails from her ass all the way up to her clit. I spread her open wider and flick the swollen, throbbing bud until she’s writhing. Keeping one hand flat on her stomach to hold her in place, I fucking devour her.

Tonight’s not an edging kinda night, so I don’t slow my pace. I continue lapping at her until she’s trembling, and then I slip two fingers into her wet pussy and curl them, relentlessly stroking the soft spot along her inner wall.