Exposure - Kelly Moran Page 0,58

all him.

"Do you like them?"

Confusion wrinkled her forehead, but she stroked the pale yellow dress. "It's beautiful. You really need to stop buying me things, though."

He walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her between his legs. "I have more money than I know what to do with. I like spending it on you."

She eyed the dress again. Sleeveless and knee-length, it would show a lot of her soft skin and leave him hard all night. The black heels he would ask her to leave on afterward.

He reached for one of the two small boxes and opened it, showing her the amber necklace and matching earrings. The silver etchings holding the yellow stones were simple, but unique.

She gasped and touched her throat. "Noah. God. They're lovely."

"They match the little bit of honey in your eyes." He removed the ruby heart necklace, pleased she still wore it. "Take off your clothes, baby. Let me dress you."

Seemingly too stunned to argue, she slipped out of her work suit and laid it on a chair. When she came back between his legs, he dipped his fingers in the band of her panties and slid them down her thighs.

"What are you doing?"

"Dressing you." He reached around and unclasped her bra, watching it drift down her arms and to the floor.

"I think you mean undressing me."

He smiled. "I'll do that later."

Removing the jewelry from the box, he clasped the necklace at her nape, then put the earrings in before brushing her hair over her shoulders, letting his fingers linger in the strands. Because of her skin tone and sharp contrast of black hair, the photographer in him could study her for hours. A muse to shadow all others. Certain hues just drove his artistic eye insanely happy. This color was nearly as perfect on her as ruby or sapphire.

He lifted the shoes and waved for her foot. Once both were on, he grabbed her hips and kissed her naval. "When we get back home tonight, I'd like you to wear this, and only this." Just the bling and the shoes. His cock swelled as his gaze traveled the length of her. "So beautiful."

Her fingers threaded in his hair. "Or we could stay here," she breathed, head falling back as he traced a finger up her inner thigh.

"Anticipation, baby." Grabbing the last box, he removed the lid for his favorite present and held up the black thong with one finger. "Do you know what these are?"

"I'm pretty sure I can recognize panties."

Hmm. She had no idea. Holding them out for her, he waited until she stepped into them and they were in place, then he held up the small remote that came with the thong.

"Do you feel that hard little button over your clit?" He brushed his knuckle over the dime-sized mechanism sewn into the thong. She drew in a breath. "Put your hands on my shoulders. Good. Now, hold on."

He pushed the switch on the remote, sending shallow pulses through the thong and right to her core. Her eyes went wide, fingers digging into his shoulders. She moaned and then whimpered, slowly grinding her hips. Heat scored her cheeks.

He cut the switch. "You like, baby?"

Air rasped between her lips. "Oh, my God."

"I'll have the remote in my pocket. Anytime I see that you're thinking too hard, or if I just want you to remember what comes later, I'll flip the switch."

"That's entirely unfair." Her breathy response and heavy lids were answer enough. This step didn't upset her. She was willing to try new avenues.

"I'd like to push more from you. Nothing that makes you uncomfortable or that will hurt." He cupped her mound, pressing his heel against her clit. "You like this." Not a question.

"Yes." She swallowed and met his gaze. "I'm going to embarrass us terribly. Something tells me it'll be rather awkward to orgasm between dinner and dessert at a table full of strangers."

Dropping his forehead to her stomach, he laughed, the sound almost rusty. The tension and worry over earlier disappeared. Hands on her hips, he reluctantly eased her back. Helping her step into the dress, he zipped the back and shooed her to freshen her makeup while he got dressed.

They didn't have much time before the event started, but when she walked out of the bathroom, he wanted to make them late. Very, very late. The dress fit her slender body perfectly, the heels adding a sexy punch. She'd put her hair up in a