kiss to her lips and silenced her. “I trust you, Shannon.”
She nodded and pulled at where his shirt tucked into his pants. She reached for him, found his skin warm.
Victor pulled his tie from his neck, unbuttoned the first few snaps, and then impatiently pulled the dress shirt over his head.
She’d seen this, covered in salt water in the ocean of the Yucatán. Now it was her turn to taste. So she did, while standing in the foyer of her home. Victor toed off his shoes, holding on to the wall while she dropped one kiss after the other on his chest.
Her hands slid lower.
Victor pushed his pelvis into her palm.
His hands moved around to the back of her dress and pulled down the zipper. With his teeth, he slid one arm out of the dress, and the other just fell away.
With a mountain of fabric pooled at her ankles, Shannon stood before him in lace panties and high heels. Instead of feeling naked, she felt liberated. It helped that Victor’s eyes swam with passion.
She took his hand, stepped out of the dress on the floor, and walked him to her bedroom.
He stopped her before she could turn around once they stood by her bed. His hands reached around her from behind, his palms cupped both breasts. “You’re perfect,” he whispered.
Am I? She felt that way with him talking the way he was, with his touch.
One of his hands moved lower, touching her through the only fabric covering her. “So ready,” he told her.
“I am.”
The room was dark, only the moon outside cast light into the space.
She felt Victor undoing his belt, his hand pinning her in place with slow, rhythmic motions that made it hard to stand.
“You like that?” he asked, one finger tracing inside her panties and coming away wet.
“Yes,” she murmured.
“Do you trust me?” he asked. A flick of his finger over her clit kept her from talking.
She nodded.
He dropped his pants to the floor.
He nudged her onto the bed, facedown. “Lean over here for me.”
Slowly she bent at her waist, her feet still in her fancy shoes, her bottom in the air.
She felt exposed, excited.
Victor stood behind her, she could feel him pushing against her underwear. His erection so close, but not there.
She pushed against him and he dropped a kiss between her shoulder blades. “You’re so damn beautiful, Shannon.”
Her hands clenched the bedding on both sides of her body. He might not be pinning her, but she didn’t have a lot of room to move and touch. No, Victor was doing that for the two of them.
He slid his cock past her opening and over the tiny bundle of nerves that made her crazy, and then repeated the motion, all through the cotton of her panties.
“Please,” she said when he’d worked her up but hadn’t filled what she needed.
He didn’t seem to be in a hurry, so Shannon reached between her legs and caught him with her hand. Victor dropped his head to her back before moving away briefly. She heard the wrapper of the condom, and when he came back, he moved her panties to the side but didn’t take them off. She lifted up for him, and he took her.
At first, her body didn’t know what to think. So full, so thick . . . so damn good.
“I’m a dead man,” he said from behind before he started to move.
She loved it, this feeling of being possessed by him, of having him guide her hips to meet his and the feel of his energy.
Victor took one hand and reached around, found her sex, and worked it with every stroke.
She was close, right on the edge, and Victor slipped out.
Shannon wanted to weep.
He turned her around, pulled the panties off her legs, and climbed back up. “I want to watch you come.”
He kissed her then, entered her a second time, and kept the motion until there was nowhere else to go. When she reached her peak, Victor caught her cries with his lips and followed with one of his own.
They lay there for several seconds, catching their breaths.
“So good,” she said over and over.
“So very good,” he said with a kiss.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Shannon sat at her computer with a four-way video chat connecting her, Avery, Lori, and Trina.
“Someone is looking awfully relaxed,” Avery said once they were all connected. “Anything you want to share, Shannon?”
“Am I that obvious?”
All three of her friends nodded.
“Give it up,” Trina said.
Shannon couldn’t help but smile. “It all still works,”