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Together they unbuttoned her coat, their fingers tangling as they both rushed to get it off. Finally, finally, it hit the floor and his hands were all over her. The curve of her lower back, her hips, her thighs—his thumbs slipping under the hem of her dress and inching high enough that he rubbed them back and forth on the undersides of her ass.
He kissed her as if it were the main event, something to be savored.
After what seemed like an eternity, his hands slid up her sides, rounding the hem of her dress and taking with it with him. Milly lifted her hands and, poof, she was left in her lingerie and heels.
He took a step back, flicked on the lights, and raked his eyes down her body. “Just what I imagined.”
She covered her breasts. “What did you imagine?”
He took her hands and held them out to the side, giving a grunt of male appreciation. “That beneath that pink snowsuit you’d have a bombshell of a body.”
“Thank you,” she whispered. No one had ever looked at her like he did. As if she were the most delectable thing he’d ever seen. In the past, sex had been pretty vanilla. Missionary, in bed, lights off. But he wanted to see and suddenly she wanted to show him.
“Now it’s my turn.” She ran her fingers from his chest to his abs, then undid his shirt, button by button. “I like your shirt.”
“I think I’d like it better draped over your naked, sated body.”
Well, if that didn’t curl her toes. “There’s something about a pressed button-down and slacks that turns me on,” she said, shoving it down his magnificent shoulders until it hit the floor. This time when she ran her hands down his abs, she watched mountains of muscle ripple beneath her touch.
She didn’t stop there, sliding lower until she was at the waistband of his slacks. She toyed with the button. “Too bad you aren’t wearing a belt, I bet I could beat Kat’s time.”
“I’m going to have to invest in one to test out this theory.”
“Maybe save your money.” She flicked his pants open and they slid all the way down. “This is easier access.”
“A woman after my own heart.” He stepped out of his pants, but not before removing a condom from his wallet, then walked her backward and down the hallway. “Room?”
“This one.” She laced her fingers with his and led him to her bedroom. He took it from there, backing her up until her legs bumped the mattress.
As she started to sit down, he said, “One second.” He masterfully unclasped her bra and her Mr. Darcy thong vanished. “I don’t share well.”
She spun them around and shoved him until he fell back on the bed. “Neither do I.”
She wrapped her hand around his impressive erection and gave it a few strokes. Slow then fast, slow then fast. From base to tip and back down again.
“Much more of that and this will be over before I get the chance to taste you. All of you.”
Oh my.
“Can I taste you, angel?” he asked, but he was already sitting up, cupping her hips and dragging her over him until she was on her knees and he was under her.
The position was new and erotic and made her feel alive. His mouth skimmed along her inner thigh, his teeth nibbling the sensitive flesh right below her slit sending her heart skittering into overdrive.
“Yes.” The word came out in a rush. “Please.” He passed over where she needed him most and started the same torture on her other thigh, again stopping just shy of the finish line. “Taste me now.”
He chuckled against her and she could feel the warm puffs of breath on her skin. Then she felt his tongue—right up the center. He tasted her again and again until her hips were bucking. If he hadn’t been holding her thighs, she might have smothered him.
“I want to see you touch yourself,” he said, and there was something about the quiet assuredness in his tone that spoke to her. Stole her breath.
She tiptoed her fingers down her body, circling her navel.
“That’s it, angel. A little lower.” Every word reverberated through her core, making her hotter and hotter.
He was still beneath her, his tongue doing delicious things to her when her fingers rubbed over her pleasure point. He grunted against her and that’s when she realized he was watching her every move. Feeling exposed she nearly pulled back, but the hunger in his eyes overrode her nerves and had every thought tumbling out of her head. Instead of shying away from the unknown, she did what she’d always wanted to do but never had the confidence for—she took charge.
She brushed back and forth, pressing harder with each stroke, while his tongue was doing some stroking of its own. The deep pulls and barely-there strokes echoed throughout her body. It didn’t take long for them to find a rhythm, for her body to tighten, and her thighs to quiver beneath her. And then she shot off like a firework on New Year’s Eve. Flying high and exploding at the top before raining down.
When she was finally able to see through the sex-dazed haze, she was on her back and Lucas was over her, wrapped and ready. They both moaned when his length slid in. It felt amazing.
