Page 66 of Her Captivated Hero

Gray backed her up until he could lower her to the bed. As soon as she was lying down, he knelt at her feet and began to pull off her socks. She was right, he was obsessed with her feet. He stroked her arches.

“Hurry,” she murmured.

“No.”

He threw her socks over his shoulder, then he pulled her up into a sitting position. Ever so slowly, he peeled the UCSD sweatshirt over her head, then sucked in a deep breath when he found nothing but the sheerest red lace.

“Surprise,” she whispered.

“You’re going to give me a heart attack.”

“I like wrapping paper, you like unwrapping gifts, it’s a win-win.” Her black eyes danced. He cupped her breasts while they were encased in the delicate fabric, then he circled her nipples with his thumbs. Riya threw her head back and moaned.

He put his mouth over one hard peak, and suckled.

“More,” she cried.

He bit softly. It took him a moment to figure out she was trying to undo her jeans.

“Nuh-uh, that’s my job.” He pushed her back so that she was flat on her back. He divested her of her jeans. He took a short moment to admire the matching red thong, but right now it had to go.

"Please, Gray, hurry up."

He was going to do everything in his power, not to hurry up. But it was going to be hell. Riya struggled to sit up.

"What are you doing?"

"You're not hurrying. You need to be naked."

She was right.

"Lie back," he commanded sternly. She continued to move. He tried a different approach. "If you hold still, I'll make it worth your while."

All movement stopped, and her eyes glittered up at him. Damn, he was so hard, he'd never be able to unbutton his jeans over his erection. Gray pulled his Henley shirt over his head.

"More," she practically purred.

He sat down on the bed, and untied his boots, and yanked off his socks, then he stood back up and pulled at the buttons on his jeans, and winced. Yep, his woman had made the situation hard.

I did not just think that, did I?

His brain had officially turned to mush.

His.

She was his.

He picked up her foot and brought it to his chest. He stroked her toes, and looked at the flesh at the top of her thighs. He could see that she was wet for him, and it made him crazy. This petite little scientist matched him.

Riya gave him a sultry grin and slowly lifted her other leg, pointing her toe at him, as she aimed it at his erect flesh. Gray waited with baited breath, then she stroked her soft foot over his cock and he shuddered.

She gave him a wicked smile, then did it again, smoothing it up, then down. He grabbed her foot, pulling it away from his cock. He bent her legs and then knelt down beside the bed.

"No, it's my turn to taste you, I've been keeping score," she protested.

"You foolish, foolish girl. Keeping score means you think that I lose when I get to lick you up." Gray bent his head and gently brushed his tongue over her tender flesh. He heard her sigh with pleasure, and sweat gathered on the back of his neck. He wasn't going to last long.

"Get a condom," she breathed. As much as he wanted...needed...to hear that, he was going to make her come this way first.