“It’s hidden.” She abandons my shirt and pushes on my chest, forcing me back. I’m about to protest, but she reaches under her skirt and MacGyvers her poofy under-skirt thing off, tossing it on the floor. Then she grabs the front of my shirt and yanks me between her legs again.
I start feeling up and down her spine, in search of this hidden zipper. I finally find one, but it’s tiny and I keep losing my grip on it.
“How do you get the zipper down?” I mumble around her tongue.
“Don’t worry about it, all the important parts are easily accessible.” She hikes the skirt of her dress higher, trying to shift the fabric out of the way.
I pull back so I can see her in the dimly lit kitchen. The lamp on the other side of the living room is weak, and the hall light leading to my bedroom is on a dimmer switch, set to low.
“I would like the full experience here, not just access to what’s between your thighs.” I motion to her crotch. “I mean, I definitely want that, but I plan to explore every last inch of you in the process.”
I have every intention of devouring her, but I’d like to do that while also savoring the experience. I take my time unzipping the dress—actually, the tiny zipper tab is a pain in my ass, so half the slowing down is forced because it’s a struggle and I’m determined to be the one to undress her, on my own, without her help.
I finally manage the zipper situation, but there’s a freaking hook thing, too, which means more struggles on my end.
She chuckles against my lips, sucking on the bottom one. I finally unclasp it, but instead of removing the dress I delay my own gratification and hers. It’s like unwrapping the best, belated birthday present.
I pull the bodice down, freeing her arms to reveal her bra. I let out a low, appreciative whistle. Under the dress with the gold and black plaid accents she’s wearing a black bra with red and gold plaid accents. I’m willing to bet the panties match, because this is Blaire we’re talking about and her wardrobe is always meticulously planned. I lift her skirt so I can take a peek. Yup, they totally match, which begs the question, “Were you planning to seduce me tonight?”
Her brow furrows. “What? No, of course not. Why would you think that?”
“Because…” I run my hands up her thighs, warm and soft, bunching up the skirt, exposing more skin as I do. I savor the feel of her under my hands, the way her breath stutters when I skim the edge of her panties with my fingertips. “This bra and panty set looks like it was picked out with me in mind.”
“I wanted to coordinate it with my dress.”
“Which you bought so we’d match.” I slip my hands out from under her skirt, much to her dismay, so I can cup her full breasts in my palms and run my thumbs over her nipples through the fabric.
She arches and sucks in a breath. “I like things that match.”
“So that means you did inadvertently buy these for me.”
“If you need to stroke your own ego over my choice of bra and panties, go for it.”
“Do you have matching sets for all of your dresses?” I slip my pinkie under the satin.
“Some, not all.”
“Hmm.” And now it’s become my mission to unwrap her like a present as often as she’ll allow so I can see what kind of lingerie she’s wearing underneath. For that to happen, I need to guarantee that she’s going to want a repeat of tonight. Which means bringing my A-game.
We get back to making out, her half-dressed, me still fully clothed. I loosen my tie with one hand while she tackles the remaining buttons on my shirt. They join the other clothes on the floor and I break the kiss long enough to get my undershirt off.
I’m ready to dive back in, but Blaire’s palms connect with my chest, preventing our lips from meeting. She drags her nails from my pecs down to my abs. “So sexy,” she murmurs on a soft sigh. She lifts her gaze. “You know, I never thought tattoos were hot before you, but now…” She traces the outline of the tree that decorates my side and disappears into the waistband of my pants. “So much yum.”
I laugh and then groan when she goes lower and cups me through