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But he surprises me again. He doesn’t rip the panties off. Instead, his fingers travel up my opposite leg at the same slow pace from earlier until he cages my hips with both hands.
“I could rip these off you,” he growls.
“I know.” And the thought has me breathless with anticipation.
“But I’m not going to.”
“Y-you’re not?” I want to stomp my foot and demand he rip them off.
Right now.
He must know that since he chuckles.
“No, I’m not. I’ve waited this long for what I want. A few more minutes won’t kill me—”
“It might kill me,” I interrupt with a pout.
“It won’t,” he assures me. “Because I need you living for what’s going to happen next.”
“What’s going to happen next?” The suspense of his touch creates tingles along my nerves.
“I’m going to smooth these panties down your legs until they’re at your ankles. Then I’ll have you step out. First, with this foot.” He taps my right hip. “Followed by this foot.”
A similar tap on my left hip.
“That’s it?” Disappointment surges through my veins.
He shakes his head, his fingers beginning to trace the edges of my panties as they curve inward, stopping before he reaches the apex of my thighs. Leaning back, I close my eyes as desire wars with the disappointment.
“No, Ames. That’s not it. Once your panties are off, I plan on lifting this leg.” His fingers flex against my left hip. “Then my tongue will trace your slit from back to front before it circles your clit. My teeth will nibble, and my fingers will work until you can barely stand. Then—and only then—will I make you come so hard you won’t be able to stand at all.”
He looks up then, glittering eyes meeting mine. A shiver works its way down my spine because he’s serious.
He’s going to do all of that.
To me.
“Yes, please.”
He smirks and drops his attention back to where his hands rest beneath the fabric of my dress.
“Pull your dress up,” he demands. “Slowly.”
I do as he says, and he groans, gripping himself through his pants for a moment before returning his hand to my hip.
“Like this?” I ask.
“Exactly like that. Fuck, it was so hot when you did that in the car earlier.”
“I didn’t think you liked it.”
“We’ll be doing that again,” he promises. “Soon.”
My dress finally rests at my waist, and the sheer panties I wore hide nothing from him.
“My story turned you on,” he says.
“Yes,” I confess.
