“Am I?”
He shakes his head before he takes a long step. He’s on me now. He extends his hand and traces the deep V-neck of my white t-shirt with his index finger.
“Overdressed?” He grins as he reads the tagline printed across my chest.
“Very much so.”
“Shit, that thing is almost see-through.”
I look down the length of my body. “Is it?”
“Your nipples are practically ripping the fabric.”
“Are they?” I stick out my chest for effect.
I’m so obvious, it’s obscene.
“Oh, Carina, you’re a bad, bad girl.”
“Me? Never.”
“This is planned?”
“It’s just a little something to drink and eat,” I say.
“Yeah, add to that a shovel-load of seduction.”
“Maybe a pinch.”
“You’re going to pay for that sassiness.”
“I don’t mind.”
I don’t even know what he means by that, but as long as it involves him making me come, I’m up for it.
Rhett studies me, raking his gaze up and down my body.
His green eyes are so intense, my pussy tingles under his inspection.
For a few long seconds we stare at each other. With each heartbeat, my desire for him grows.
He reaches out and caresses my hard nipples with the backs of his fingers.
I moan with delight.
“No bra?”
Given the size of my breasts, I have no business walking around without one. It’s a good thing this is a private show.
I shake my head. “And no panties.”
He lets out a muffled grunt and his jaw clenches.
“You’re torturing me, woman.”
“I was hoping to turn you on.”
“Trust me, I am,” he says, lowering his eyes to his cock.
