Page 106 of Slapshot Baby

So I let him unzip my dress. The green silk whispers down my body and pools at my feet.

Cool air meets my skin and I watch his eyes darken as he takes in the black lace, the new fullness of my body, every change I've been trying to hide.

"You are so beautiful it makes me stupid," he says.

My eyes sting. A laugh escapes me.

If you knew why, you wouldn't touch me so gently.

He lifts me. My legs wrap around him, and the contact, his bare chest against mine, the heat of his skin, the rigid length of him pressing between my thighs, sends something molten flooding through me.

He lays me down. Follows me onto the mattress. His weight settles over me, heavy and grounding.

The full length of him presses against me, and the ache that's been building since the restaurant becomes a living thing clawing at the base of my spine.

"Tell me what you want," he says against my mouth.

"You."

"Tell me exactly."

"I want your mouth everywhere. I want to feel you on every inch of me until I can't remember being afraid."

His eyes flare. He kisses my jaw, the hollow between my collarbones. Each kiss is slow, pulling out sounds from me that I can't control.

His mouth travels lower. Over my breast, where his tongue circles my nipple through the lace until the friction has me writhing. His teeth scrape the peaked bud and I cry out, my fingers knotting in his hair.

"Sensitive," he murmurs.

"Painfully."

He pulls the lace down. Takes my bare nipple into his mouth and sucks.

The sensation rockets through my body with a force that makes my toes curl and my hips roll upward, searching for contact.

"You taste incredible," he says against my skin. "I could spend all night right here."

"Don't you dare stop there."

His low laugh vibrates against my breast. He moves to the other side, giving it the same devastating attention while his hand slides down my stomach. He hooks his fingers into the lace at my hips and drags it down.

Off.

Gone.

Then his mouth follows the path his hand traced. Down my ribs. Across my stomach. A kiss pressed to the curve below my navel that makes my heart stop for reasons he doesn't understand.

Lower.

His breath hits me first. Warm against the wettest, most swollen part of me. I'm so aroused the cool air stings.

"Look at me," he says.

I lift my head. His brown eyes hold mine from between my thighs, dark with want. His lips are parted, his breathing ragged.

The sight of Kai looking at me like I'm the only thing he'll ever need is devastating.

"I want to taste every part of you." His voice is raw. "Say yes."