The Entitled (The Entitled Duet #1) - Cassandra Robbins Page 0,49
like I don’t know who she’s talking to.
Rolling my eyes, I drop to my knees. My hands start at her ankles and travel upward. Her breathing changes as she watches.
I grab the back of her knees and pull her forward. She squeals.
“Maybe, you should say good night to Brance now, Kitten.” Glancing up, I take in the tiny little lights that she has strung up all over the wall.
She bites her lip, then bolts up. “Shit, Brance! Sorry.” She almost drops the phone. “Look, Ree… I mean Brance, God… I have to go. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Hanging up, she turns toward me. “Reed!” She pushes against my chest.
“What? I’m here now, and when I’m with you, it’s only you and me.” My hands explore her long legs. “I love how soft you are.”
Leaning forward, I grab her right leg and lift it over my shoulder.
“I’m nervous,” she whispers.
That stops me. Placing her leg down, I crawl over her so that I can look at her. “It’s just us, Kitten.” I reach for her neck and trace my thumb over her racing pulse. I love being Tess’s everything. Yes, I know I sound like an ass, but it turns me on. “We’re doing this together.” My hand gently caresses her breasts. Long dark chocolatey hair spills over the end of the ottoman. My cock jumps with excitement. “Tess…” A small groan escapes me. All I can focus on is her. Her scent, her lips.
Dropping back to my knees, I slide my hands up her legs, not stopping until I reach my goal. “Fuck, your panties are wet.” It comes out harsh, but I’m two seconds away from coming in my pants. I need to focus on my task. Willing my mind to stay calm, I pull her underwear down and over her heels. “Jesus.” I swallow and slowly pull her legs open. She hasn’t spoken, and her big eyes remain focused on me as her body responds to my touch.
“You okay, Kitten? We don’t have to do anything you don’t—”
Before I get to finish, she snaps, “If you stop, I will kill you.”
Raising an eyebrow, I grin. “Just checking.” I stop talking. My fingers have found her pussy and it’s wet and slick. “Tess…” Laying my head on her stomach, I gently explore her with my fingers, fascinated by her wet folds, her scent, the way my fingers touch certain areas and she almost screams.
“Does it feel good?” My voice doesn’t even sound like me.
“Unbelievably good…” Her eyes flutter shut.
That’s it. My patience is wearing thin, and I pull my fingers away. She sits up, her brows drawn together.
“We need to get you out of this dress so that I can see this. Otherwise, I think I might rip it off you. And I don’t want to deal with Brance bitching at me. Stand up.”
I help her up as she wraps her hands on the wood of her canopy bed.
“Clips, Reed don’t forget the clips,” she croaks.
“What the hell? How do I… Tess, I swear to God.” My hands are shaking. What clips are she talking about? Where’s the zipper? Why isn’t the dress off?
“Reed, there are little hooks on the top and bottom.”
Looking closer, I finally see them, and she helps by straightening her back. Groaning, I’m harder, if that’s possible, because the action pushes her breasts out. But it makes it easy for me to unhook the neck. The dress falls off her shoulders quickly, and I unhook the one at the waist too. Thank Jesus. Pulling it down, I slide it over her waist and it spills like silk, pooling in a giant pile of chiffon mess. I have lost all patience and make a mental note: Tess should never wear a contraption that requires this much work!
Lifting her in my arms, I carry her naked to her princess bed. With a frown, I look at the frills and stuffed animals and fluff. I used to get a kick out of it, and she always looked so pretty lying there. Now it’s a weird reminder that we are still young but way too old to be in this pink, floral bed.
Setting her down, I step back. “Don’t move,” I whisper.
She doesn’t even try to cover herself. Tess knows she’s beautiful and completely owns it. All her insecurities are locked deep inside her. She has no problem letting my eyes feast on her. So I do, starting with her flushed face. Her lips are swollen red and her eyes