that maybe hadn’t been there before. Maybe that’s what tonight was all about. Appreciation. It was about living life and living in the moment, giving and taking. Sharing the sweetness of a first kiss and first touch and not worrying about what it meant.
Troy fingered the front clasp of her bra and she held her breath, waited for the first illusion to disappear. The only thing that would make her barely there Bs beautiful would be surgery and she refused to cross that line.
His knuckles scraped the bottom of the bra and his gaze fastened on her eyes. He unsnapped the hook, but his look didn’t waver. “You don’t need this,” he whispered roughly.
Did he mean the push-up part or the bra as a whole? Push-ups were all she owned. “That’s a matter of opinion.” Her voice had a strange husky edge to it.
“My opinion,” he said very succinctly, “is that you don’t need this.” He eased the straps off her shoulders and let the bra fall to the floor, leaving her bare breasted. When his gaze moved from her eyes to her chest, her nipples puckered. He cupped her breasts, rubbed his thumb over the stiff peaks and made her gasp when his short thumbnail flicked each tip. Fiery shocks of lightning zipped through her nerves.
When he bent his head and took her in his mouth, she had to grasp his shoulders to stay on her feet. His teeth pulled gently on her nipple as his tongue stroked. The combined sensations had her struggling to breathe. She tipped her head back, loving the way the alternate glide and suction washed through her, sending fresh waves of pulsing need between her thighs.
Troy bent lower, wrapped his arms around her middle and stood up, lifting her in his arms as he continued to suck at her breast. In seconds, he had both of them on the bed and rolled her beneath him. He worked his way up her throat, across her jaw until he reached her mouth, where she very clearly thanked him for all the attention by driving her tongue past his teeth.
She wiggled her hands beneath the waistband of his black jeans and under the elastic band of his underwear, searching for that part of him she wanted to touch most.
“Wait,” he rasped. “Not yet.” He intercepted her hand and trapped it on the pillow.
“Why not?” she panted. “I get to play too.”
His wicked grin sent a full body flush across her skin. “You will definitely play. But me first. I’ve been thinking about this since that night on the balcony. You don’t want to ruin a man’s fantasy, do you?”
She was his fantasy? She still couldn’t imagine how she could be any man’s fantasy. Sure, with makeup and hair done to perfection, she understood the illusion, but Troy had seen her at her worst in the hospital. He knew the real deal. That her lips were a little too thin, her nose too sharp. Now he knew her breasts were too small. She’d worked hard on her body, making a personal decision to gain weight by packing on muscle. She’d been too skinny during all those years growing up on TV, listening to the executives tell her she needed to keep her weight down.
Now, he’d seen her crying with smeared mascara and she was still his fantasy.
His wicked mouth continued another descent and it felt too incredibly good. Okay, to hell with having her way with him. If he wanted to go first then by all means, he could go first.
Inch by inch, he kissed and licked his way down her ribs, her abs and toward her hips. He wrapped an arm beneath her and she arched into his mouth when he reached her belly button and circled with his tongue.
Bringing in air got a lot tougher. Knowing where he planned to go had every cell inside her screaming in anticipation. He glided his lips over her hipbone and inched the thong down. With his teeth.
Her whole body trembled as chills streaked across her skin.
His slick tongue eased across the band as he moved to the other side and pulled that down as well, slowly easing the material off her hips until it just barely covered the racing stripe leading the way to nirvana. He’d reached home plate, but instead of sliding for the mound his gaze caught hers. “There’s one thing I need to know,” he whispered roughly.
Of course! God, how come she hadn’t thought of this