Page 83 of Hit Me With Your Best Shot
Every touch, every movement, is deliberate, as if he’ssavoring the experience as much as I am. His hand skims up my thigh, sliding higher and higher until it brushes against the lace edge of my underwear.
He tugs.
“Not so fast.” I shake my head, tsking. “You can’t take these off until you remove something. Fair is fair.”
I don’t have to ask him twice.
“Fairisfair,” he repeats, eagerly grabbing the hem of his shirt. He pulls it over his head in one fluid motion, revealing a body that is all hard muscle and tanned skin.
My mouth goes dry.
Bone.
Dry.
“Better?” he asks, his tone laced with amusement as he tosses the shirt aside. He crosses his arms, the muscles in his biceps flexing as he watches me watch him.
Show-off.
“It’s a start,” I manage to say, though my voice betrays just how flustered I am. My attempt at nonchalance falters entirely when my gaze drops to his abs. “Keep going.”
“Bossy,” he murmurs, taking a step closer, his hands already working the button of his jeans. I watch transfixed as he pops it open, the zipper whirring down agonizingly slow, the denim hanging low on his lean hips.
Gio smirks when he catches the way my eyes follow every movement, as if I weren’t going to enjoy the show.
“Now can I take off your panties?” he says, voice dropping to a husky whisper as he steps forward until he’s standing right between my knees.
My head nods up and down. “Only if you do it with your teeth.”
That’s all the invitation he needs.
Gio's smirk deepens, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip as he sinks to his knees before me.
The sight of him there,between my thighs, sends a jolt of heatthrough my body, my breath catching in my throat.
“Yes, ma’am.” His hands trail leisurely up and over my thighs, thumbs skimming the sensitive skin as he leans in, his face just inches away from my?—
I hold my breath.
Balancing myself on my elbows so I have a front row seat, my eyes gloss over as they fixate on his mouth; he leaves an open mouth kiss as close to my pussy as he can get without pressing his lips on it.
The tip of his finger teases, hooking on the elastic of my thong…back and forth beneath it.
Gio inhales.
My body is strung tight, every nerve ending alive and begging for his touch. He smirks, clearly relishing my reaction, and leans down once more.
This time, there’s no teasing.
His beautiful, white teeth graze the waistband of my thong.
A strangled gasp escapes me as he tugs it down with an infuriating mix of skill and sensuality, taking his time, his breath searing my skin. The lace slides away, leaving me bare and vulnerable, and I’m helpless to do anything but watch as he tosses it aside.
He glances up, his gaze locking with mine, and the hunger in his eyes is enough to make my heart stutter.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. “I cannot wait to bury my face in this hot little pussy.”
Hot little pussy…
