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God, there was something about the way he looked at her, the way he touched her—it made her feel treasured. Like she was the most valuable thing he’d ever seen or laid his hands on.
She thought she might like that feeling even better than the arousal. But, again, it was hard to tell—the arousal was pretty fucking fantastic.
He reached behind her, his fingertips urging her to lean up a little bit so he could unfasten her bra. Her stomach fluttered with anticipation. He was about to see her naked, from the waist up at least. She was nervous about that. Not that she wasn’t proud of her body, she was. But the stakes were just so high. She wanted Troy to look at her and see the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. That was an ambitious bar to set for herself, but dammit, it was what she wanted.
Would her body live up to the challenge?
Troy pulled her bra off of her arms and tossed it aside with a sensual reverence that made all of her nerve endings fire. He ran his fingertips down her arms and then back up her torso, taking his time to let his touch linger every time her skin shivered from the pleasure of it all.
Finally, he brought his hands up to cup each of her breasts, brushing his thumbs over her distended nipples again and again. The electric shivers that the action sent through her body made her squirm and writhe on the bed. Every time the rough pads of his thumb made contact with the sensitive skin of her hard nipples, she felt it everywhere—her belly, her core. The throbbing earthquake the friction sent rocketing through her left no part of her body untouched.
“Oh, God, Troy. It feels so good.”
“I want you to feel good, every bit as good as just looking at your beautiful body, and touching it, makes me feel. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
His words caused pleasure to bloom deep in her belly in a way that even his touch had not been able to. They were deeply satisfying to her, somehow. They reached a deep emotional place inside her, scratched an itch that only he had the ability to affect.
He dropped to his knees beside the bed and his mouth took the place his fingers had been just a moment ago. He latched onto each of her nipples in turn, swirling his tongue around and around as she tangled her fingers tight in the back of his hair, pressing his head forward and urging him on.
She looked down her body, loving the site of his head moving gently back and forth from one breast to the other. Loving the way that each nipple, as he left it behind, was glossing and shining with his saliva, beautiful visual evidence of the pleasure his mouth had just been giving her. And then, she’d get lost in the swirling bliss of what his mouth was doing to the nipple that he’d moved to.
She honestly wondered how it was possible that it could get any better from here—and he hadn’t even touched her below the waist yet, she hadn’t even held his stiff erection in her hand, or her mouth. Intellectually, she knew the best was yet to come—but emotionally? Physically? She had a hard time wrapping her mind around that, because what she was already feeling was so spectacular.
He kissed his way up her chest and over her neck, trailing his mouth up to her ear. Positioning his lips just millimeters from her, he whispered, “I’m going to taste every inch of you Alison. Just lay back and relax. My mouth is going to take you places you’ve never been before.”
In the past, when she’d heard guys make over-the-top promises like that—usually drunk in a bar somewhere—she’d laughed, because of the hubris of the statement. It made it unrealistic.
Not so with Troy. She couldn’t have been further from laughter as a response to his statement. But that was because, with him, it didn’t seem like overconfidence. It just seemed like a factual statement of what was about to happen, and the shivers she felt in response to that calm, confident assurance told her that it was, indeed, true.
He moved his mouth back down her body, using the hard edge of his tongue to trail curlicues on the flat expanse of her belly. She couldn’t hold still when he touched her and kissed her like that. It was absolutely impossible, she just had to move. Her back arched, her hips squeezed and rolled. It was instinct, pure and visceral.
With a smooth practiced movement, Troy unbuttoned her pants and pushed them down her legs, along with her lacy panties. He pushed them off of her feet and tossed them aside to join her bra in an unseen corner of the room.
She was laying there now, completely naked and vulnerable. She felt utterly exposed as he stood there by the side of the bed, still completely clothed, and took in every last detail of her naked flesh. Every curve, every expanse, every fold and shadow—his eyes raked over it with an intensity that told her he was committing it all to memory.
Her voice trembled a little, both with arousal and vulnerability, when she asked, “Do you like what you see?”
He didn’t respond for a moment and she started to get nervous. Was there something about her body that he hadn’t expected? Something that he didn’t like, something that had made him change his mind?
WHY THE HELL WASN’T HE SAYING ANYTHING?
But then, when he answered, it wasn’t with words. It was with his actions.
He dropped to his knees beside the bed, pushed her knees apart, and with zero hesitation moved his head between her legs and enveloped her entirely with his hot mouth.
