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She brings a hand to the top button of her dress, like I need another reminder. Covering her hand with mine, I push it away from her clothes.
“But—”
I silence her by unclasping the first button and pressing my lips to the skin underneath. My fingers trail down, popping the next button open. She moans when my fingertips brush the hint of skin slowly being revealed.
One. Two. Three more buttons and I’m staring at a pale blue lace bra.
I stop, awestruck and staring at the perfect mounds encased in baby blue.
“Um, why’d you stop?” she whispers.
“A dilemma. I can’t decide if I should keep going with the buttons so I can splay this dress open and worship your body. Or if I should slip my hands behind your back, destroy that piece of lace, and devour you.”
With a sinful smile, she decides for me.
Her hands slip from my head to behind my neck, and she brings my head to her breast. I kiss and lick just outside the lace, enjoying the way she writhes, grinding against me harder.
My hands slip behind her back to undo the bra clasp. I work the straps down her soft arms one by one, and when my tongue flicks across the hard point of her nipple, she groans real sweet for me.
Covering one breast with my hand, I gently caress it with my pinched fingers, and the other with my mouth. Her breaths fall hard and ragged, urging me to lick, to suck, to please until she comes undone.
Goddamn.
I’ve wanted this ever since that first day she was in the office. I can’t fathom how I held out this long. I slide my hand down to open the next button and use my mouth to massage where it just left off.
“Are you—umm—will you—” She sucks in a breath. “Are you going to make love to me tonight?”
I trace her nipple with my tongue—what’s supposed to be one last time but winds up being more because it’s that addictive. Then I pull away from her.
“No, sweet girl,” I say, loving how she blinks in surprise. “What I’m about to do doesn’t fall under something as gentle as ’making love.’”
“I want you.” Her voice is tortured, her eyes lidded, heat flowing through her and pouring out her eyes.
There’s my Brina, always to the point.
I move my hand down to the next button and caress newly exposed skin. Then with my lips near her ear, I whisper, “You know something? You’re going to want it a lot more before we get there.”
A husky laugh falls out of her, so sweet it makes my balls ache.
I can’t help but kiss her lips again, an animal hunger in my blood.
She brushes my bottom lip with her tongue, and soon we’re lost in another long, winding kiss. My cock wants me to rip her clothes off, haul her to bed, and sink into her balls deep this very second. But another part of me wants to stay right here.
Arms locked around each other, tongues tangled, so close I can feel her pulse.
My fingers trail down on a mission.
One.
Two.
Three more buttons, and I’m done.
Bringing both hands to her shoulders, I slide the dress away from her body.
Finally, I give in, pick her up, and carry her to bed where I lay her down gently in a splash of sighs and tossed hair.
Instead of climbing in with her, I’m stricken, staring, soaking in the fresh creamy skin giving my bed a new soul.
Damn it all.
Her body seems so tense her abs move when she breathes, waiting for me, fully open to every wicked thought in my mind.
“You coming?” she whispers, her bottom lip quivering.
I wish she knew how fucking close I am.
Still standing beside the bed, I reach over, hooking a finger under the lace of her waistband. She covers my finger with her hand.
“They match,” I say darkly, my throat scorched with desire.
“What?”
“Your panties. They match your bra. I thought it was worth noting before they’re gone.” My hooked finger moves, pulling that lacey waistband down, but the hand that covers my finger stops me with a firm grip.
Fuck. I hope it’s not cold feet. I don’t blame her. I’m probably going to hell for this, but I need her so badly I’ll break if we stop now.
She surprises me as always.
Brina swats my hand away from her panties and comes up on her knees. “Play fair. I’m down to a flimsy piece of lace, and you’re still dressed...”
She trails off, this hot, playful redness glowing on her face like a halo.
I grin.
“If you want this off, you need to be naked,” she whispers.
Lucky for her, I can handle that rule.19Sweet Perfection (Sabrina)“You’ll be the death of me,” he says, staring down at me with eyes so hot I think I’ll walk out of here with a sunburn.
