her jaw as I take ground-eating strides into the bedroom.
When I force myself to set Masey down in front of the bed, she’s panting and staring at me as if she’s convinced everything about tonight will be different than anything she’s ever felt. It both terrifies her and turns her on. Suddenly, I’m feeling the same as I lose myself in her eyes.
I’ve never seen a more expressive woman. Or maybe I’m just reading her better because I’m so in tune with her. I can’t say, and I can’t spare the energy to figure it out now. Whatever it is about her, about us together, it makes me ache and sweat.
With our gazes fused, I reach for the buttons of my shirt. As they start to slip free, her stare follows, sliding lower and lower, until I’m pulling my shirttails free from my jeans and shrugging out of the starched cotton. As I drape it on a nearby chair, her eyes flare wide. She skates her fingertips down the bulge of my shoulder, over the ridge of my biceps, sending tremors through me again. I tingle everywhere she’s touched. Every cell of my body is on fire.
“More?” My voice comes out rough, just shy of a growl.
She licks her top lip, bites the lower one. That habit of hers is going to undo me. “Yes.”
I nod as I step into her space, then crouch in front of her, wrapping my hands around her sleek thighs. Her body tightens as I glide my palms up her legs. She sways closer, her eyes fluttering shut as I inch my fingers under her hem…up, up. Her silken red skirt drapes over my forearms as I curl my fingers around the waistband of her panties. I watch her, gratified to see her heart beat every bit as hard as mine and hear her labored breaths fill the still between us.
She blinks at me as if she’s in danger of falling and only I can save her.
“You want me to take these off? Here? Now?” Once I do, there’s no going back. I’ll explore her pussy in every way until I’ve redefined pleasure for her and she’s so addicted she doesn’t remember Thom ever touching her.
“Do it.” Her voice shakes.
I can’t help the devilish smile spreading across my face as I tug the garment down her thighs and direct her to step out of it. I toss aside the tiny hot-pink thong trimmed with lace and bows. I have no doubt she looks incredible in it, and I’ll get an eyeful—later. Now…I step back and sweep my gaze up her body. She doesn’t look any different than she did the moment I first saw her in the bar, but I know that under her softly sexy, almost ladylike dress, her pussy is bare. And probably wet and pouty, too.
I step closer, drop a hand to the small of her back, and work down her smooth, round ass, laving my way across her collarbones until I’m filling my palm with her surprisingly lush cheek.
She melts against me. “Trace…”
“You’re hot as fuck without panties. If I didn’t want you so damn much right now, I’d love going back to that bar and seducing you, all the while being the only man in the place to know that all I’d have to do to touch you is drop my hand onto your thigh and slide my way under your skirt. What if I made you come at the bar? What if I kissed you to swallow your screams so that only you and I knew you’d had an orgasm for me in public?”
Masey swallows hard. “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, I would. And you’d let me.”
She shakes her head. “What if someone saw?”
“Not happening. Even though we’d be in public, that orgasm would be mine—and mine alone.”
“What if I couldn’t climax? Some days I just can’t…” She looks away.
I cup her cheek and bring her back to face me. “Maybe some days in the past. Forget about then. Focus on now.” I settle a lingering, featherlight kiss over her lips. “Think about us.”
As much as I enjoy verbally seducing Masey, I love touching her even more. I definitely can’t resist kissing her again.
I settle my mouth over hers and sink deep. She opens hungrily and welcomes me by pressing her body into mine, meeting the lash of my tongue with a little whimper. She fits herself into my palm as I press my hand up her curves. Suddenly, I’m so close