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“Like what?”
His finger traces over my back to my rear. “I like this place on your back. It’s right above your ass. I like how your body swells here.” His hand dips into my dress and he grabs my butt cheek and squeezes. I yelp and he chuckles.
He slips my dress off one shoulder and lets it fall. His eyes widen as he stares at my bare breasts. The flick of his tongue makes me want it on my clit. The sex had been good between us before, and I knew it would be good this time too.
When his cheeks turn a deeper shade of red, I know he’s really into this. “Do you ever wear underwear?”
His question isn’t surprising. My breasts aren’t too big. “Rarely. This dress is designed so I don’t have to wear a bra.”
“Smart designer. I need to write her a letter and tell her I approve.”
I laugh uncomfortably. I should tell him, but he lowers his head and sucks in my nipple. My breath is taken away as desire swamps me. I need more. My fingers twist in his hair and he moves to my other breast. My dress is puddled on the floor and all I’m wearing is my strappy heels.
Baxter picks me up. “Bathroom.”
“That door.” I point to my bathroom and he carries me in, setting me down next to the tub. He tugs at his clothes, popping off a button as he pulls off his shirt. I reach down and remove my shoes while he finishes undressing.
We’re both naked and under the spray. His hands rove over my body, touching me everywhere as he gets me clean while making my thoughts dirty. His fingers slip lower on my abs to my slit. He slides his fingers over my clit and I gasp. He knows what he’s doing as his finger presses gently.
His kisses distract me for a moment then his fingers slide into me before moving back to my clit, circling ever so gently. I’m about to come undone. I want more and thrust my hips forward. Baxter chuckles and removes his hand.
“We go at my pace. The last two times I moved too fast. This time, I want to draw it out.”
My body is vibrating with need, and I'm going to come just from his words. It has been days since I've had an orgasm, and I need the release. I moan and don’t want to wait.
His tongue slides over my neck to my ear. He nibbles on the fleshy lobe while he toys with my clit. I’m so close to shattering and start pumping my hips. He reaches down and stills them again.
"We've got all night." His head lowers and he sucks my nipple into his mouth then tugs on it. I cry out and arch against him.
His fingers slide into me and his thumb grazes over my clit. It’s too much. My hands grasp at his arms as I try to stay upright. He’s got me so hot I can hardly stand it.
His moan against my breast pushes me over the edge. I come, unhinging as he holds me up, keeping me on my feet. This was the type of sex I’d dreamt of but never had. Even the last time we’d had sex wasn’t as good as this.
Baxter lifts my leg and wraps it around his waist. He slides in, sinking deep, taking my breath. I hold on, knowing I could easily lose myself to this man. He knows how to get to me. I shouldn’t let him into my life, but I want to. I want to have more nights like this. I want to feel his body pressed up against mine. I’ve seen snatches of his true self, where he’s not being a jerk and I like him.
The roll of his hips drives me crazy as he shoves in deep then almost pulls out. He’s masterful with his movements, and I’m close to coming again. My lips land on his neck and I suck hard. He pistons in fast, his cock hitting just the right spot. I shiver and let go, coming just as he stills and his muscles tighten.
“God, Heather,” he whispers before pulling back then slamming into me. “Fucking perfect.”
Blood roars in my ears as he stills and gasps. After a few seconds of him gasping and holding me close as he tries to slide in even deeper, he pulls out and helps steady me. I reach back, holding onto the wall so I don’t fall over.
“You okay?”
I nod at Baxter’s question. “That was amazing.”
“Good, because I want to do that with you again and again. How does that sound?”
I chuckle and reach for the soap. He takes the bar and washes my body, being very gentle between my legs. When we finish our shower, I'm exhausted, but I don't want him to go. I lead him to my bedroom, hoping he'll really spend the whole night. He stops still. It's kind of hard to miss the rack of clothes on one wall or the stack of fabric, or the half-dressed mannequins.
“You have a lot of clothes.”
“Um…I do.”
He moves to my drawing table and stares at my latest design before he turns to face the mannequin wearing the dress I’m sewing for the Met Gala. He glances at me, his brows raised.
“This is very nice.”
I nod and move closer. “The woman who will be wearing it likes it.”
