“You have no idea.”I wasn’t sure if the beads of sweat that formed along my hairline were due to too many clothes or the fact that these clothes were keeping my skin from hers. She set to work on my tie while I unzipped her dress, relishing the way my fingertips felt against her skin as I sent the peach chiffon falling to the floor.
“If I’d known this was going to happen tonight I might have picked something a little sexier.” Ella laughed, but her voice dripped with confidence. And for good reason. The nude contraption she had on beneath her dress hugged her every dip and curve, and her breasts threatened to spill out over the top.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I said softly. She kicked off her heels and stepped out of her dress, her tan skin glowing in the moonlight. I took in a shallow breath as she unbuttoned my shirt, sliding the fabric down my arms.
My fingers wove into her hair, trembling slightly. She unfastened my belt, sending it sailing across the room. I blinked hard, certain that when I opened my eyes again I’d find myself back at the wedding—that this had all been some vivid daydream. Her hands slipped down my bare chest and stilled just above my waistband, confirming that this was actually happening. I couldn’t deny how much I wanted Ella. Or how long I’d wanted her.
“Cash,” Ella whispered my name as I trailed my fingers lightly along her arms. “Are you okay? Your hands… they’re shaking.” She wrapped her arms around my waist.
“Yeah.” I swallowed hard. “It’s just that this is the first time since…” I didn’t finish the sentence. I didn’t have to because I knew she understood.
“It’s okay. We don’t have to—”
I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “No, it’s not that. I want to. I wantyou.” I hooked a finger under her chin.
“I promise to be gentle with you,” she said as she placed open-mouthed kisses along my chest.
“I hope you won’t be.” Her eyes flickered up to mine, and she held my gaze for an eternity locked inside a moment.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” She backed me up until I was against the bed, and she pushed me onto it, falling with me. Her hands found the button on my pants and she tore at it until she managed to break the snap.
“Ella, what are you doing to me?” It was a rhetorical question, of course, because what she was doing was making me come undone. She took her time pulling my pants off, teasing me with kisses along my chest and down my thighs. My hardness pressed against her thigh as she straddled me, causing my eyes to squeeze shut.
When she decided she’d tortured me enough, she placed a long, deep kiss on my lips. “I don’t know. WhatamI doing to you?”
“Your turn.” I rolled her over until she was laying on the bed and began pulling at the straps on the skin tight jumpsuit looking thing. I pried and clawed but the fabric barely gave. “What is this thing? It’s like air-tight Tupperware but for your body.”
“They’re called Spanx.” Her hands covered mine, guiding them over the spandex. “Have you ever opened canned biscuits before?”
I snorted. “What do biscuits have to do with Spanx and Tupperware?”
“Contents under pressure.” Her giggle sent goosebumps dancing all over my skin.
Finally, I pulled the torture device down to her waist, freeing her soft breasts, which I teased with my thumbs. A whimper escaped her that immediately registered at my core. For as sexy as her confidence was, it was her vulnerability that nearly pushed me over the edge.
“Cash,” she moaned, stroking me slowly. It had been so long since I’d had a woman’s soft hands on me. I gritted my teeth and put my focus on the material separating us so as not to explode from her simple touch.
With renewed conviction, I wrenched the Spanx down her hips with such force that it sent me flying off the foot of the bed, landing with a thud.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” Ella asked, and I could see the outline of her silhouette peering over the edge of the bed through the darkness.
“Aside from the fact that I got my ass kicked by a tiny piece of Lycra Spandex, I’m great.” I laughed despite my bruised ego and soon-to-be bruised tailbone.
Ella dissolved into peels of laughter. “Come here. But please be careful. I’d hate to have to explain a sex injury in the emergency room.”
I got to my feet and climbed over her, both of us still shaking with laughter. “Now, where were we?”
Ella’s voice lowered as she ran her hands through my hair. “I believe you were about to make me feel really, really good.”
“Was I?” My fingers traveled from her neck down to her folds, and I wasn’t sure who it turned on more.
She took my hand in hers, pressing me into her. “More of that.”
I slipped one finger inside her, gliding it slowly in and out. She wriggled beneath me, a soft gasp on her lips. Adding a little pressure to her clit with my palm, I eased another finger in this time, picking up speed.
“Yes. Like that,” Ella purred in my ear, a sound that was my own personal kryptonite. She raised her hips to meet my hand. “Please don’t stop.”
My fingers became drenched in her as I moved them faster, and she bucked beneath me, greedy for my hand. The tempo of her breathing quickened, and I was lost in what it sounded like to please her.
