She lifted her arms, and I stripped it off. Her bra was pale green and pretty enough that I had one stupid second of gratitude for whoever had sold it to her.
Then I got my mouth on her.
Daphne's head tipped back as I kissed the top of one breast over the lace. Her fingers drove into my hair.
"Zane."
"I've got you."
"I know."
My grip tightened on the clasp.
I opened the clasp and pulled the bra away. Her nipples were already tight. I bent and took one into my mouth, and Daphne's whole body lifted toward me.
Her fingers tightened in my hair. "Oh, God."
I sucked harder, then eased off and used my tongue until her thighs closed around my hips.
"You're sensitive," I said.
"You sound pleased."
"I'm pleased."
I moved to the other breast and gave it the same attention until she was restless under me, tugging at my shoulders, her breath breaking every time my teeth grazed her nipple.
Her hands shoved at my jeans. "Off."
"That sounded like a command."
"It was a request with urgency."
I stood and stripped out of my boots, jeans, and briefs. Daphne tracked every movement. When my cock sprang free, her mouth parted.
I liked that look too much.
"Your turn," I said.
She reached for the button on her shorts, but I caught her hands.
"I'll do it."
Her eyes came up to mine.
I unbuttoned her shorts slowly enough that her breathing changed. Then I slid them down her legs with her panties, taking the boots with them because the boots had lost whatever argument they'd thought they were making.
Daphne laughed once when one got stuck.
I looked at the boot in my hand. "This thing is fighting me."
"It has ankle support."
"It has a death wish."
She laughed again, and then I had her naked on my bed, smiling up at me with her hair spread over my pillow and sunlight across her skin.
I stopped with one knee on the bed and had to breathe once.
