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There's no time to ponder it before he's kissing me again, this time accompanying it with small, barely-there caresses along my back, over my buttocks, and down my arms, before skimming the top of my breasts.
It's more seductive than any direct onslaught could be. I crave every new touch and ache for more direct stimulation.
He's long since discarded his suit jacket and tie, leaving the way clear for me to undo the buttons on his shirt. My thumbs brush over hot masculine flesh with each one I undo.
Unlike a lot of guys at school, Rio doesn't shave his chest. Soft whorls of dark hair tease my fingers. Giving up on his shirt, I slide my hands over his muscular pecs, enjoying the sensation of warm skin and silky curls under my palms.
I find tiny twin bumps and he moans as I swipe my forefingers back and forth over his nipples.
Heated lips move from my mouth down my neck and along my collarbone, leaving hyper-sensitized nerve endings in their wake. He undoes the closure holding the halter style bodice on my dress together.
The white fabric falls below my breasts, revealing my invisible halter bra.
Rio runs his fingertip along the halter straps and under the cups stuck to my breasts with washable adhesive. "Clever. I thought you were braless."
"If I had been, my nipples would have been on display all afternoon." I was that turned on.
And also, white dress.
He unsnaps the front closure and peels the molded silicon cups away, proving the truth of my statement as my hard nipples come into view.
Rio inhales a harsh breath, his gaze feral with sexual desire and drops to his knees in front of me. His hot breath washes over my left nipple before his lips close around it.
Sensation erupts in the tender flesh, sending tingles of ecstasy straight to my core.
I drop my hands to his head, tunneling my fingers in his dark hair. "Suck harder."
Is that me? Demanding more? Telling him exactly what I want?
I don't care if it makes sense, I trust him to listen. To do what I need.
And he does. Not only does he suck harder on my already engorged nipple, but he gently bites down with his teeth and pulls.
Shards of bliss spear my breast and hot wetness dampens my underwear.
I swear I'm going to come from this alone.
His hands are busy on the back of my dress, undoing the invisible catch and zipper so the skirt slides down my legs and I'm left wearing only my sandals and baby pink La Perla panties with the French lace.
His mouth pops off my swollen nipple and he leans back to see my nearly naked body. "Beautiful."
"Mom says foundations make the clothes." Why am I telling himanythingabout my mom right now?
"I'm sure your father appreciates her attitude."
I grin. "They're still crazy in love. It's sickening."
"My parents as well, as uncommon as that is in our circles."
"That's what I want." I bit my lips together.
Too late. The words are already out.
His gaze locks on mine. "Me too."
"One-night stands aren't going to get either of us there." No matter how much pleasure they bring.
He leans forward and nuzzles my heavy breasts. "Who says this is a one-night-stand?"
