from her hair, down her back, and all along the length of her legs. Then his eyes locked on the base of her zipper and he cleared his throat. “Sure.”
Rori could feel her pulse in her throat as she pulled her hair to the side and out of the path of the zipper. She was very aware of what he saw. She’d left the zipper open from top to bottom, revealing her bare, braless back all the way down to the tip of her thong.
“Do I have to zip it up?” he teased. “I kind of like the view as is.”
Rori’s heart started beating double time. Yes, putting on this dress had been the best idea of her life. “Well then, I’ll just let you use your own discretion as to what should be done with the dress.”
She’d done it. She’d opened the door for him to cross the friend line, and based on the huskiness of his voice, Rori knew he wanted to cross that line as much as she did. She closed her eyes, ready for the first touch—their first touch. In her mind, she willed his mouth to her neck and for his hands to slide up her body and push the straps of her dress from her shoulders. This first time with him, she wanted to feel his impatience—for his careful image of caution and aloofness to be blown to pieces as he lost control. With her. For her. She needed that if she was going to let herself do the same.
But the lips on the neck never came. Nor did her dress slip to the floor. Instead, she felt her zipper rise, as requested, without Mike’s skin so much as grazing hers along the way.
Her first reaction was disbelief, followed quickly by disappointment. Then embarrassment, which was a close cousin to anger.
Was he playing some sort of game with her? There was no way he could have misinterpreted what she was offering. Or… could he?
Once the zipper was fully closed, Mike stepped away. “There you go. You’re ready for dinner.” His voice was tight, but still fighting to stay casual while not exactly succeeding.
He seriously thought she just wanted to be zipped up? The poor guy. So innocent. But not for long.
Rori turned to face him, unable to hide the sly smile from her face as she realized how much she was about to rock his world. “You missed your cue, Cannon.”
His pupils were dilated, his mouth slightly parted to breathe as he ventured a “Yeah?”
Rori stepped in, keeping her eyes on his as her hand slid between his legs. He stopped breathing entirely as she gave him a light caress before going for his zipper. It was the last proactive thing she did. Next thing she knew, Mike’s mouth was on hers and he was pulling them both in the direction of her bedroom.
When his hands slid up her sides and tested the weight of her breasts, Rori realized her dress had been unzipped and discarded without her full awareness.
“You taste amazing,” he said against her mouth before trailing kisses down her neck. He clearly wanted to get his mouth on her breasts, which Rori was more than happy to accommodate.
Thank. God. Rori needed this—needed Mike. It was one thing to have sex with a man, it was another thing to trust a man with her body. Completely. But this was more than trust. Rori wasn’t quite sure what it was, and at t the moment she didn’t care. All that she cared about was that it felt like Mike needed her—truly needed her like his next breath.
There was no finesse as she pulled at his shirt, needing it off of him so she could feel him skin on skin. He helped her out, quickly jerking the shirt over his head and throwing it to the side before his mouth crashed back on hers. One hand was in her hair while the other cupped and massaged her core. His pressure was gentle. Too gentle. And when Rori tried to press against his hand for more sensation, he purposefully kept the pressure light.
“Not yet,” he chided, moving his hand around her waist and pulling her flush against him. “Not until my mouth gets down there.”
Holy. Shit. She had not been expecting those words to come from him any more than she could have anticipated her reaction to them. Suddenly she couldn’t kiss him deep enough, couldn’t feel enough of him, and against her will her