Wedding Date (Dating #6) - Monica Murphy Page 0,58

feet, stepping out of them and kicking them aside.

Her panties are black and miniscule. They leave nothing to the imagination. My dick strains against my trousers and her gaze drops to that exact spot, her eyes flaring with heat.

“Do you want me to continue?” she asks, her voice husky soft.

“I thought I would get the pleasure of undressing you.” My own voice is rough. Gravelly. I don’t sound like myself.

Right now, I don’t necessarily feel like myself either. I curl my hands into fists at my sides, suddenly desperate to touch her. Suck on those pretty nipples that are poking against the thin fabric of her bra. Stroke her beneath the panties. Watch her eyes dilate when I brush my fingers against her clit. Hear that catch in her breath when I slip my fingers deep inside her.

I don’t do any of that, though. Instead, I wait to hear what she’ll say next.

She’s smiling, letting her hand drift across her flat stomach. Her fingers wander up to trace the valley of her cleavage. “I wanted the pleasure of undressing myself tonight.”

I don’t stop her, and she takes my silence as permission to continue. She reaches behind her back and undoes her bra, letting the straps fall down her arms slowly, until she’s shrugging out of it and the whisp of fabric falls away. She cups her full breasts in her hands, her thumbs streaking across her erect nipples, teasing them.

Without thought I start to shrug out of my suit jacket, eager to be as naked as she is.

“No!” Her voice rings out, sharp and firm, and I pause in my actions, my jacket hanging halfway off my arms. “Please. It’s just—”

She goes quiet.

“It’s just what?” I ask, shrugging the jacket back on.

“I thought it would be really hot if I was totally naked while you remain completely clothed.” She smiles, and it’s sweet. Which is a complete contradiction considering she’s standing before me like my every sexual fantasy come to life.

“You want me to keep my clothes on?” I ask.

Kelsey nods.

“Eventually I’m going to take them off.” I say it as a warning.

“I know. I want you to. It’s just, for now, keep everything on.” Her smile turns wicked. “I have a plan.”

“What’s your plan?”

“I can’t tell you. It’s a surprise. Just—watch me.”

I do as she requests, watching as she walks around to the side of the bed and turns on the lamp there, bathing the room in a gentle glow. She reaches for the waistband of her panties and shucks them off in one smooth movement, tossing them aside, and now she’s naked.

Beautiful.

Breathtaking.

“Maybe you should sit over there.” She points at a nearby chair that rests beneath the window, and I go to it, settling in. It’s the perfect spot for me to observe her as she climbs onto the bed, lying on her back, her head propped up on the pillows. She bends her legs at the knees, her feet flat on the mattress, and she slowly spreads her thighs.

Giving me the perfect view of her pretty pink pussy.

“Do you like watching me, Theo?” she asks, her hand wandering once again. She slides those elegant fingers across her stomach. Lower. Settles them over the light patch of dark pubic hair, before her pinky dips down and she barely touches herself.

“I like just about everything you do,” I tell her truthfully, my gaze locked on her hand.

“I’ve never done this for a man before,” she confesses, her fingers sliding down even farther, until she’s completely cupping herself.

“Touch yourself?” I arch a brow.

She nods, curling her fingers into a semi-fist, until it’s only her index finger that’s extended. She slides that finger through her folds, searching. Teasing. “It’s very—” She brushes her fingertip against her clit and sucks in a sharp breath. “Arousing.”

She’s wet. I can see her glistening flesh, and when that index finger disappears inside her body, I groan. She’s fucking torturing me.

And I think she’s enjoying it.

“This feels good,” she admits, her teeth sinking into her lower lip for a moment. “But not as good as your cock would.”

I grip the armrests, my fingers curled so tight my knuckles are white. “You should let me touch you.”

“Not yet.” She inserts another finger and starts to fuck herself. In and out those fingers move, and now they’re glistening from her juices. She lifts her hips and leans back, her eyes sliding closed.

My body grows taut. My muscles are fucking trembling from restraint. I want her so damn bad,