I took a moment and a ragged breath before I turned to face him. What if he didn't like what he saw? What if he compared me to the woman in those pictures? I resisted the urge to cover myself with my hands, instead keeping them by my sides.
I couldn't meet his eyes, nervous of what I'd see there. I found a spot in the stubble on his chin and focused on that.
"Becca," he said, his voice hoarse. "You're so beautiful."
Now I raised my gaze to meet his.
"No, you," I said without thinking. I mean, I wasn't wrong. His eyes were dark with need. Need forme. No one had ever looked at me like that before. It was intoxicating
He chuckled. "I don't know about that."
Ever so lightly, he ran the tip of one his fingers around the curve of one breast, and down to my belly. He ran his finger across my stomach and back up the side of my other breast. My skin prickled with goosebumps at the soft, light touch. Thelook on his face suggested he was trying to memorise me and everything about me.
"See, beautiful," he whispered.
Encouraged, I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up.
I stopped with my hand just under his chin and gaped.
Holy shit. I suspected he'd be ripped under his clothes, but I had no idea. The reptilian tattoo I'd caught a glimpse of so many times was actually a dragon, winding its way down his chest, down across his abs.
Two. Four. Six. Eight…
OMG.
Do you know how rare it is to have an eight-pack? How your genetics have to be just right? This man won the physical lottery. But right now, it felt like I was the one reaping the rewards.
I licked my lips. I really wanted to lick his abs. And the V of his hips. And…
He smiled. "I hope you're not disappointed."
"What?" I glanced up at his face for a moment. My face heated. "Hell no."
I pushed his shirt over his head and let it drop down to the floor behind him.
I undid the button on his pants and slid down the zipper. My fingers brushed over his heated erection through his underwear, drawing a moan from his lips.
He wiggled his hips and let me push his pants until they fell to his ankles. He kicked off his shoes, then his pants and stood in front of me in only his boxers with a massive tent in the front.
I smiled. "Avengersunderwear."
He glanced down and gave me a boyish grin. "A guy never knows when his… Iron Man might need to come out."
I choked back a laugh. "Is that what they're calling them these days?"
"That or Thor's hammer." He shrugged and placed one hand behind my head to pull me in for a kiss. With the other, he caressed my breast like it was the most precious thing in the universe.
I laughed against his mouth and kissed him back. He tasted like nothing I've ever tasted before. I tucked it into the back of my mind to think about later.
His fingers travelled slowly, feather light, from my head down my back, to the top of my panties.
"Are you sure?" he whispered.
"Yes," I said, with no hesitation. I wanted him so badly I might pop.
He nodded and tugged my panties until they fell at my feet. I kicked them aside. With my help, hisAvengersboxers joined them a moment later.
Hands on my hips, he picked me up and sat me on the table near my phone.
