Page 71 of Something Like That

His breath caught in his chest. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which, now that he thought about it, made sense, since the dress straps were so tiny. Her gorgeous breasts, which were in no way too small, were tipped with the most perfect pink nipples. They were hard and begging for his touch. Or his mouth.

He let his gaze travel lower, had to clench his muscles tight to stop from falling on his ass. Or maybe his knees—which might not be a bad idea. Later.

She wore the teeniest, tiniest pair of underwear he’d ever seen.

All the moisture dried up in his mouth as he stared at her. She was exquisite. Tall and lean, with smooth, creamy skin. Curves that, while not pronounced, were perfect. Everything about her was perfect.

He knew he should say something, ease her insecurities, but his brain and mouth refused to form words. His cock, however, was ready to have an entire conversation, straining hard behind his fly.

She must have taken his ineptitude as something good, because some of the tension in her shoulders melted away. She started undoing the buttons on his shirt. While she was busy, he kicked off his shoes and held his arms around her, caging her in, so he could undo the buttons at the cuffs behind her back. He didn’t want anything to slow this down.

She laughed, and yanked the tails of his shirt out of his jeans, a frantic edge to the movement. He undid the shirt cuffs and lowered his hands back to his sides, even though it killed him to not wrap himself around her completely.

Sliding the shirt off his shoulders, she let it drop onto the floor. He kicked it and his shoes aside, which just happened to be under the bed. Oh, well. He’d fish them out later.

She stepped forward, right into his space. Tilted her face up to capture his lips. Her hot, almost naked body pressed against his.

He groaned at the way her hard nipples dug into his chest, at the way her skin burned where it met his. She opened her lips. He swept his tongue into her mouth. Desire and desperation drove him.

He slid his hands to her waist and then down over the curve of her hips. Her skin was soft and smooth beneath his fingers. He hauled her closer, pulling her flush against him, sliding his hands around to grab her ass again.

She was wearing a thong. All he felt was warm skin.

She moaned into the kiss.

The sound slid through him, making him ache.

She must have felt the same way because she wiggled her hands between them, fumbling with his belt buckle. He eased his hips back to give her more room, but refused break the kiss. He couldn’t. She tasted too incredible, the hot, wet brush of her tongue against his too addictive.

He nibbled on her lower lip. She yanked his belt off, tossed it across the room. He would have laughed, but couldn’t focus on anything but the hot, wet brush of her tongue against his.

She then set about tackling his jeans. He really should help her. The faster he got his pants off, the faster he could go back to touching her.

With a growl, he pulled away from her lips and placed his hands over top of hers. She made her own almost growly, disappointed noise in the back of her throat. He smiled, although it felt strained. He knew exactly how she felt. Not touching her for even a second was torture.

She kicked off her shoes and sat down on the bed, watching him. Her gaze was glued to his fingers. Where they rested on the waistband of his jeans. He popped the button free. She licked her lips. Seriously, she was going to be the death of him.

He slid the zipper down. She followed the movement, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. He couldn’t wait to nibble on that lip again. While they were both naked this time. He pushed his jeans down and kicked them aside, then pulled off his socks and tossed them aside, too. Leaving him only in his boxer briefs.

Her gaze was locked on the bulge of his hard cock. He kept his hands at his sides, letting her look her fill. Thanks to his rehab and her training, he was in great shape—possibly the best shape of his career—and he liked the appreciation in her gaze.

Because appreciation definitely glowed in her eyes, along with a heavy dose of heat. Had anyone ever looked at him like that before?

He stepped forward. She lowered herself onto her back, her legs hanging off the edge of the bed. With her hair fanned out around her head and her lips all swollen and pink, she looked good enough to eat. And he was going to feast.

But first things first, he needed to see all of her. He reached for the waistband of her panties, toying with the elastic. The thong was nothing more than a teeny, tiny triangle of black lace that barely covered her pussy. He brushed his fingers against the skin of her hips. She sucked in a quick, quiet breath. He locked his gaze with hers, wanting to make sure she was okay with this.

She lifted her hips off the bed. No hesitation. No doubt.

He slid the thong down her thighs. She pulled her knees up so he could pull it off completely. Before she could lower her legs, he grabbed her ankles and shifted so he was standing directly in front of her. He lowered her legs down so they still hung off the bed, although this time he stood between her thighs.

She was beautiful. The pale skin on her chest and her cheeks flushed pink, her teeth sunk into her pouty bottom lip. Self-consciousness and worry flashed in her eyes, gone almost slate in the lamp light. He could tell that part of her wanted to cover up, protect herself. He silently cursed her worthless piece of shit ex. She was so beautiful she made his chest ache.

He trailed his gaze along the length of her, memorizing every dip and curve and valley. Her nipples were hard and straining, just waiting for his lips. The smooth skin on her stomach was dotted with a couple of beauty marks that he wanted to lick. The faint, silvery stretch marks were barely noticeable, but absolutely beautiful because of what they signified.

And then there was her pussy. Surrounded by blonde curls, it was pink and wet and begging for his touch.

He placed his hands on the delicate skin on the inside of her knees, pressed them wider. She moaned and tilted her hips up ever so slightly, an invitation if ever he saw one.