Seconds passed between us. Then I heard a sound behind me. A whisper. Silk on skin.
She really knew how to play dirty. I couldn’t help myself. Like a condemned man who stares out of his cell window at the noose he will wear in the morning, I turned around and—watched as the straps to her night gown slipped down her arm. The material shimmied down along her torso and her breasts were fully revealed.
My heart slammed into my chest.
Her breasts were much, much more beautiful than I could have imagined. I gazed, completely stunned at those full heavy mounds and the pale pink nipples. My cock swelled, my fingers itched to feel them, and my mouth begged to taste them. Without thinking, I shut the door and said the stupidest thing I’d ever uttered, “That’s out of line.”
Supremely confident, she cocked her head to the side, and stepped towards me.
I couldn’t move. I felt as though I’d been drugged.
“Are you saying that to me or yourself?” she asked, and then her hands covered her breasts.
I watched, mesmerized as her fingers caressed the soft fleshy mounds. Whatever I’d been about to say fled from my mind. She closed the distance between us and I stood frozen and utterly powerless.
“All I'm asking for is a kiss,” she whispered breathlessly, as her bare breasts pressed against me.
Heat washed through me.
She lifted her hand, slowly and carefully, rightly aware she was now before a lit fuse. I’d never in my life been so turned on by a woman, and the realization astonished me. I felt more excitement in these unbearably long moments of anticipation than when I’d been ramming hard into a woman.
She placed her splayed palm over my heart. When she felt its rapid, erratic rhythm, she smiled and licked her lips. With her gaze fully locked on me her hand began to tease its way down my torso.
I almost couldn’t bear the way she watched me, as though daring me to put a stop to this madness, especially as she seemed well aware the keys to my body were in her possession.
When her hand reached the front of my jeans and closed around the rock-hard bulge, my eyes briefly fluttered shut. Then she grabbed me, boldly, shamelessly, and I felt the currents of electric pleasure shoot through my veins.
“Angelo,” she called.
The music of my name on her lips almost completely buckled me right then.
I opened my eyes reluctantly. I could have stood there with my eyes closed and let her do anything she wanted, but she wanted me to take full responsibility for my actions.
Her gaze roved across my face as she continued to tease and taunt the front of my jeans.
I had just one last chance … to put a stop to this terrible temptation.
I would have taken it. I knew I would have been strong enough to take it, but she reacted first. She slanted her head and licked my lip. It was like a lick of blue fire. It seared.
I lost it.
My hand curved around the back of her head, and pulled her even closer to me. I sucked her juicy bottom lip into my mouth. God, I’d been wanting to do that ever since I saw her at the pool. She tasted like heaven, even sweeter than I remembered, and I savored every moment of it.
She held onto the collars of my jacket, just as struck as I was by the sheer intensity of the pleasure burning between us. She moaned, the sound rumbling from the very depths of her body. I didn’t think I could have been any more turned on if she’d taken my cock in her mouth.
This woman affected me in ways that I just could not understand.
My arms wrapped around her waist.
“Did you think of me?” she asked, pulling her mouth away, her eyes burning with a feverish intensity.
With my hands around her thighs, I lifted her up into the air, and she curved her legs around my waist. My blood was boiling with such excitement at the proximity of her gorgeous breasts to my face, that it felt like I might pass out.
“I thought of you. Day and night.” She planted a soft kiss on my forehead and then continued the feverish assault down my nose. “I came … calling your name,” she said. “Several times.”