start slow, get her worked up -
But then she thrust her tongue in his mouth and he remembered this was Hannah, his New Year's Eve surprise of a prize, who had been so ready for him her pan ties had been wet before he'd done so much as look at her breasts. Which made him remember.
He'd never looked at her bare breasts.
He had to see her breasts.
Sliding his tongue along hers, he ran his palm around the back of her dress, searching for a fastening. Please God, make this not one of those wiggle-in garments. He knew he wasn't capable of letting go of her for that long. When he deepened the kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck and - bingo! - he found the side zipper.
Her mouth was wet as he lifted his away again. They were both breathing hard and her eyes were as dark and intimate as the rainy night. Fingering the zipper tab, he heard her suck in a breath.
"You should know this about me, Hannah." Sound grated as he took the zipper down, one tooth at a time. "I'm a breast man."
The dress had enough form to it that once he'd unzipped her to the waist, it stayed up on its own. But he liked that, because it made the anticipation greater, made it coil at the base of his spine and send arrows of heat up his back as he hooked a finger at the point of cleavage and drew down the garment so it pooled at her hips.
Revealing - oh God. Flames streaked up his back.
He brushed Hannah's long hair off her shoulders so he could take in the beautiful sight of her breasts, encased in strapless, low-cut, peekaboo red lace that wasn't a bra, it went lower than that, it went - who could tell?
"It's a Merry Widow," Hannah said, glancing down at the place where her breasts were served up like two delectable scoops of ice cream. "Desiree has some pretty amazing underwear."
He didn't want to think about Dez. "The pretty amazing part is all you." He let his fingertips trace the tops of the cups and felt her shiver.
Leaning down, he kissed the top of one plump form and then the other. "I want to get you out of this too."
He looked up, catching the flare of her nostrils and the way her lips were parted again. It wasn't mere hot talk that turned her on, he realized, though that wouldn't have surprised him in a teacher. A teacher would like words. It was the particular words he used that unlocked her desire. I want, he'd said to her, and those were magic. The key that released her inhibitions. Oh, yeah.
He rubbed his thumb over first one lace-covered peak and then the other, his gaze on her face. "I want to take your nipples in my mouth and I want to hear the sounds you make when I suck on them."
From the back of her throat came a half moan, half squeak. He smiled at the sound, loving it. "How do we get this thing off you?"
She swallowed. "It's kind of...kind of complicated."
But he was already pushing the dress down farther, and she lifted up so he could slide it over her hips. The red fabric pooled on the Mercedes's carpet, leaving Hannah -
Tanner choked.
The Merry Widow was merry as hell, all right. Not only did it prop up her breasts, but it curved along her torso and over her hips where it served as garter belt too. A matching scrap of red lace pan ties were worn over the garter tapes.
She was wrapped in red. On fire.
Devilish fire that he wanted to take into his mouth without cautious thought to safety or the burn. Giving up on getting her out of the corset - hell, hoping she never wore anything other than that corset ever again - he took the expedient route by reaching his hand in one bra cup to enclose smooth, heated flesh. Pushing down the lace, he drew out Hannah's breast.
Hannah's perfect breast, full and round. He glanced up at her face, then back. Her nipple was tight with desire and was as berry-red as her swollen lips.
As he moved toward it, her fingers speared through his hair. Her back bowed as his wet mouth closed over her.
His eyes closed. With one hand gently kneading the plump curve, Tanner curled his tongue around her hard nipple, then sucked. She swallowed a sound and he