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“You? Why would you be?”
“Shane, I just strutted past dozens of horny student athletes in this slip of a dress, in the middle of the day, following you like some Neanderthal slut back to your cave and now you ask why I’m nervous?”
“But you’re here. For an interview. For pictures. I’ll tell them that.”
“It’s too late now, Shane. And I don’t care. About any of that. I’m here because I want to be. I didn’t dress sexy because you told me to on some sticky note. I want this, wanted this from the minute my editor passed me your glamour shot in her office and I saw those cute little dimples and that smooth, innocent look in your eyes. I’m nervous because this means a lot to me and I’m not sure it does to you.”
“Tatum, you’re the first woman I’m going to be with since my ex. And only the second woman I’ve ever been with, ever. You don’t think this means the world to me?”
She reached out then, a trembling hand to gently caress his blushing cheek. The single touch electrified him in places he thought long dead, or at least achingly dormant. “If it means so much to you, Big Boy, why don’t you reach out and … do something about it?”
Shane chuckled, rolling his eyes and shaking his head so that her hand slipped away. He reached out, his own hands trembling as they clasped either side of her stylish glasses. “If you insist…” he teased, sliding them off the way he’d imagined doing four thousand times since they’d first met.
She blinked eagerly, nodding as he removed the glasses altogether. “Oh, but I do…”
He folded them carefully, painfully aware she was watching his every move and standing on pins and needles with anticipation. Like a careful driver slowing down when he knows he’s being tailgated, Shane slid the glasses slowly atop the kitchen counter and inched even closer, hands rising again before pausing just shy of her shoulders.
“Turn around,” he ordered, voice sounding far more confident than he felt.
“Oh, damn,” Tatum blurted, eyes as wide as her eagerly parted lips. “Don’t mind if I do…”
She turned then, as slowly as he’d approached, until her sleek black ponytail bobbed and danced across her bare shoulders. She had a small scrunchie, burgundy to match her dress, keeping it in place, and gently, as if caressing her arm or perhaps even her thigh, he slid it down the length of her hair until it came free. She shook her head instinctively, hair spilling across those same bare shoulders and then down, coming to rest slightly between her shoulder blades. He smoothed it out with his fingers, earning a shiver and a murmur from Tatum as he stalled for time, letting his heart pound into submission and his fingers slowly stop trembling.
When they finally did, he ran gentle fingertips along the space between where her hair ended and the back of her dress began, the zipper maroon to match the silken material that hugged her like a second skin. She spoke not a word, as if the time for teasing and tempting was long since over. He honored the pledge, reaching for the zipper, and with a gentle tug, easing it a slow inch down.
A soft, low purr seemed to escape her lips as if involuntarily, to match the way her body squirmed beneath the slightest touch. He inched the zipper down a little lower, until a soft spray of tan line appeared, faded but distinct against her smooth, supple skin.
It was such an exotic sensation, to be so free to do as he wished, here in his own domain. Tatum appeared as willing as he felt, the sun streaming through every open window and illuminating them both in its soft, white light. No more darkness here, he thought, growing harder than ever in his straining shorts. The zipper inched lower, another murmur slithered from between Tatum’s eager lips as her quivering body responded with uncontrollable glee.
The dress gave with every fresh pull of the zipper, looser than he’d imagined and revealing that, just like the day before, she hadn’t been wearing a bra. “Funny,” he observed, favoring her bare shoulder with a soft, tender kiss, her skin savory with perfume and the first hint of sweat. “This dress isn’t too tight, and yet no bra?”
“Haven’t we already established that I’m a brazen hussy by now, you big fat tease you?” she murmured. She wriggled so that his fingers slid the zipper the rest of the way down, until it rested just above the small of her back.
He abandoned the zipper after that, a hand on either side of her small, shivering waist. The material of the dress was silken, if not silk itself. He ran his hands up her side, hearing her moan, feeling her tremble, knowing that this was all part of it. He sensed how utterly sopping wet she’d be when he finally got between her legs, how willing and easy it would be to bring her to climax, again and again. Until then, he pledged to tempt her to within an inch of her life.
He abandoned her shivering sides and slid one hand alongside either arm, caressing her taut forearm until he smoothed his palms over her trembling shoulders. He could smell her, ripe and fragrant, the room filling with the obvious scent of her rippled desire. With a thumb hooked under each, he carefully, tenderly, and so very slowly slid the straps of her dress down and over each arm.
She made a soft, wilting “unnhhh” sound and shivered from top to bottom. Despite being clingy, or perhaps because it was, the dress slid tenderly away from her body and down, then over her hips, until it slithered to the floor and wrapped around her feet like a woolen blanket.
Though he desperately wanted to turn her around and paw at every inch of her tender breasts and sopping pussy, Shane savored her backside instead, finding just as many pleasures to tempt and tease beneath his roving fingertips. Her shoulder blades were stiff and firm beneath them, her rib cage slightly more yielding as she no longer struggled to hide her desperate moans or wriggling ass. He slithered his fingers down her sides so lightly he could feel every undercurrent of electricity sizzling beneath the gooseflesh that had risen to her young, supple skin.
At last he palmed her ripe, firm ass, finding her fleshy cheeks more than each handful could bear, and hardly believing he was holding them after so much desperate hoping and wishing and wanting. They were warm, so warm, and smoother than the silken dress she’d worn to the batting cage that afternoon.
“No panties, either?” He squeezed on each syllable, until his fingertips dug into her bountiful flesh and he could feel the heat simmering between her legs as he dragged each flank gently apart as if to emphasize her raw, utter bareness.
She merely shook her head, black hair rasping across her bare shoulders. “Why ruin them?” she croaked at last, brazen and fearless. “Like the pair I wore yesterday?”
His eyes widened at the thought of their little “interview” making her so wet and wanton, even while still out in public, so to speak. “I made you that wet, girl?” He knew she liked his Southern accent, and laid it on nice and thick as he continued to paw and knead at her trembling ass cheeks, knowing the tender pressure he applied behind her would sizzle and slither its way to the front as well.
She nodded once more. “And now?” he asked, leaning forward to nuzzle her shoulder with a soft, tender nibble that hinted at the primal need lurking just beneath his tender, wanting lips.
“Fuck yes,” she gushed, nodding even as he bit into her soft, yielding flesh at last. Her voice was barely above a whisper, perhaps even a moan, as she gushed quietly, if urgently, “Fuck! Yes!”
He stood back, reluctant to release her but so desperate to see her face he’d do anything, even stop squeezing those hot ass cheeks of hers and biting down on her raw, naked shoulder, to make it so.
“Turn around,” he whispered, if only to avoid the sound of his voice surely cracking as his shuddering nerves got the best of him. “Let me see how wet your pussy is.”
“Jesus,” she gushed, gently stepping out of her dress and turning slowly. The sound of her half-heels clattered on the stylish hardwood floor beneath them. “You always talk this dirty, country boy?”
