Page 185 of The Sweetest Return

My fingers rubbed over her through it, slow enough to make her curse under her breath.

“You wet in these pretty panties?”

She swallowed hard.

I pressed two fingers against her clit through the lace.

Her head hit the wall. “Andre.”

That name, like that, went straight through me.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes.”

I rubbed her again, watching her face.

Her lips parted, glossy and swollen from my kisses. Her eyes were hungry, but they were starting to lose focus too. That was one of my favorite things about Imani. How much attitude she could hold until her body got honest. Then all that control got soft around the edges.

I pushed the lace against her pussy and moved my fingers in a slow circle.

She grabbed my wrist.

“Dre, please.”

I pulled back.

She whimpered like I had done something terrible.

I laughed under my breath. “Impatient.”

Her eyes opened. “You started it.”

“I’m about to finish it too.”

I kissed her once, then dropped to my knees.

Her breathing changed.

I looked up at her, standing over me in that plum lace and those boots, breasts half out of her bra, nipple rings catching the low light, mouth wet, eyes dark.

“You know how good you look right now?”

She shook her head.

“You should.”

I hooked my fingers in the sides of her panties and dragged them down slow. Over her hips. Down her thighs. Past the tops of those plum boots. She stepped out of them, and I held the lace in my hand for a second, already ruined and warm from her body.

I brought them to my nose.

Her lips parted.

I breathed her in and almost lost my mind.

“Damn, Mani.”

She pressed back against the wall, embarrassed and turned on enough to make both of us worse.