Page 77 of Flashback for the Forward

I felt her smile against my lips as she began working the buttons of my dress shirt. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

Huffing out a laugh, I pulled back to remove my tie and shirt. “If you want a strip show, all you have to do is ask.”

Her eyes dipped to stare at my bare chest and abs. When they lifted back up to meet mine, her pupils were completely blown out.

Lips parted to allow her shallow, panting breaths to escape, she pointed to my lower half. “I want those pants gone too.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I kicked off my shoes while working the buckle of my belt and lowering my fly. The fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me only in tight, black boxer-briefs that did very little to conceal my raging erection.

My hand moved automatically, rubbing a palm over my length. Head tipped back, I groaned.

I sucked in a sharp breath when Bridget’s lips pressed to my overheated skin, trailing a path up the side of my neck. Her hands roved over my abs, fingertips teasing over each divot.

“I swear, you’ve gotten even hotter in the years we spent apart.”

I had been on the verge of twenty at the time of our breakup, still more boy than man. Since then, I’d packed on thirty pounds of pure muscle, and having Bridget admire that change made every grueling workout worth it.

Clearing my throat wasn’t enough to keep my voice from coming out gruff. “I, uh, have an idea.” One that I prayed would make her feel safe and comfortable enough to keep going.

Bridget blinked up at me. “What kind of idea?”

“I’m gonna get on the bed and hold onto the headboard. I promise not to let go, so you can do as much or as little as you want. You’d be in complete control. How’s that sound?”

With a thoughtful expression on her face, she glanced back toward the king-sized mattress and the slatted headboard that provided the perfect handholds.

Nodding slowly, she said, “That’s actually perfect.”

A smile crept onto my lips as I stepped past her and situated myself at the center of the bed, flat on my back. Before I lifted my arms to grab the vertical metal slats, I asked, “Underwear on or off?”

There was zero hesitation. “Off. Definitely off.”

Hell yes.

Hooking my thumbs beneath the elastic waistband of my boxer briefs, I shoved them down my thighs before kicking them away. Now fully naked, I reclined, stretching my arms over my head and assuming the position I’d promised would keep my hands off her while she played with my body in any way she wanted.

“I’m all yours, beautiful.”

Bridget looked like she wanted to devour me whole as her hungry green gaze raked over every inch of my exposed skin. When she honed in on my hard cock straining toward the ceiling, it twitched under the intense attention.

Chest rising and falling rapidly, she darted her tongue out to moisten her lower lip.

The sexual tension in the room grew so thick it was a wonder we didn’t choke on it.

Breathless, Bridget confessed, “I can’t decide where I want to start.”

A chuckle rolled through my chest. “May I offer a suggestion?” She dipped her chin, so I said, “Sit on my face.”

Her eyes grew large, her mouth dropping open, as a flush of pink crept up her neck. She shook her head violently, stammering, “N-no, we don’t have to do that.”

“We don’t have to do anything,” I countered. “And like I said before, you’re in charge, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t desperate to bury my face between your thighs. In fact, I’ve been dreaming about it for weeks.”

She released a stunned exhale. “You have?”

“God, yes.”

“It’s just—” Bridget fixed her focus on where she toed the ground. “My pleasure hasn’t been a priority in a very long time.”

“How long?” I dared to ask.