jerking his thigh roughly into the juncture of her own. The slim cut of her dress prevented her from spreading her legs for him, but the pressure of his thigh against her excited core only enhanced the delicious friction. Heat pooled low in her abdomen, and she bucked her hips against him. Turner responded by dropping a hand to the hem of her dress and jerking the fabric upward, over her hips and around her waist. Then he spread her legs wide and shoved his thigh even harder against her, which made Becca lurch upward so she could rub herself against him again and again and again.
As she pleasured herself that way, she felt him tugging at her dress until he’d pulled the garment over her head to toss it aside. And then she lay beneath him in only her black panties, garter belt, stockings and heels.
Turner pushed himself up from the bed and stood beside it, gazing down at her. His chest rose and fell with his ragged respiration as he studied her, his expression revealing the extent of his passion—his eyes were dark, his cheeks were burnished and his mouth was swollen from her kisses. And seeing him that way made Becca burn for him even more. Because she knew she was the one who had roused him to such a state. And it would be she, and she alone, who brought him satisfaction.
“Becca,” he whispered hoarsely, “you are such an unbelievably sexy woman.”
The compliment made something primitive and satisfying purl through her, and she smiled. She threw one arm over her head and reached out to him with the other. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she murmured. “Now come and show me what a man like you does to a sexy woman.”
“Gladly,” he said without hesitation before returning to her.
As he stretched out alongside her again, he took her bare breast in his hand, covering the tender mound with sure fingers, squeezing it, palming it, fingering it, before raking his thumb over the stiffened nipple. And then his mouth was where his hand had been, wet and greedy and deliberate, soaking her warm flesh as he tried to suck as much of her into his mouth as he could.
Becca gasped, but her breath got stuck in her throat when he moved his other hand between her legs, pressing his three middle fingers over the silk of her panties, wet now with her body’s response to him. She opened her legs wider, and Turner spread his fingers wide, too, moving them in slow circles over her sensitive flesh to pleasure her even more. Never had she felt more reckless, more ravenous, more aroused than she did in that moment. Her breathing had become shallow to the point of making her dizzy, and her thoughts were chaotic and indistinct. All she registered were the dual sensations of Turner’s mouth consuming her breast and his diligent fingers wreaking havoc between her legs.
More, she thought again. She needed more of him. She needed all of him.
Impulsively, she reached for the waistband of her panties, then lifted her hips from the mattress and shoved the garment down. Once Turner understood what she wanted, he helped her in her efforts, until her panties had joined her dress on the floor. Becca reached for one of her garters, intending to remove that and her stockings, too, but Turner covered her hand with his and halted her efforts. When she glanced up in curiosity, he was smiling.
“Don’t,” he told her. “Leave them on. The shoes, too. It’ll be incredibly erotic.”
She arched her eyebrows in surprise.
“That first time in your cubicle,” he said, his voice hoarse and breathless, “when you climbed into my lap and your was skirt hiked up and I saw what you were wearing…” He closed his eyes for a moment, as if remembering. “I couldn’t believe you’d been wearing stuff like that and I never knew it.” He grinned wickedly. “Turn over a minute,” he told her.
“Why?”
“I want to see what they look like from the back,” he said.
Oh, boy…
“Come on, Becca,” he cajoled. “Just show me.”
She felt herself grow warmer and damper just hearing the timbre of his voice as he spoke the request. She sat up on the bed, then turned around and rose up on her knees to give him a full view of her from behind. She’d heard, of course, that men found garter belts on women to be very sexy. But surprisingly, although she’d always liked wearing