Page 19 of Ready, Willing and Abel

I shake my head. “I want you too badly. You’ve already got me on the edge. Let me make you feel good.” I pull her to her feet and kiss her. I’m dying to get my hands all over her. “How do I get this dress off of you? I don’t see any buttons or zippers.”

She grabs one of the tails from the bow tied at her waist. “Just pull.”

So I do, and the bow comes untied and the red fabric parts to reveal her thick curves barely encased in black lace panties and a matching bra.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

She grins and shakes her head. “No, but I wanted to feel sexy for our date.”

“And did you?”

“Yes.”

“Good because you are definitely the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” I turn her around and press myself against Esme’s curves, my cock straining as I grind into her ass. My mouth finds her neck, trailing licks and sharp little nips that make her shiver. “Tell me to stop.”

She twists her head just enough for me to catch the hunger in her eyes. “Why would I want you to stop, Abel? I want you to strip me bare and give me everything those kisses are promising.”

“Promise you’ll tell me to stop if I do anything you don’t like?”

She turns in my arms and meets my gaze. “I promise.”

Her black lacy bra is see-through, her nipples pebbled tight beneath the sheer lace.

“Christ, Esme,” I rasp, heat shooting through me. “You’re so fucking gorgeous like this.”

While she’s standing there looking like my every dream, wet or otherwise, I finish undressing. I let my eyes eat up every soft, round part of her. I fist my cock. “Don’t take that bra off yet.”

Her gaze drops, locking on me, and she licks her bottom lip slowly, deliberately.

“You keep looking at me like I’m your favorite snack, and I’m gonna lose my mind,” I growl. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

“No,” she says.

“You’ve been wrecking me since the first moment you knelt at my feet. I’ve never been so affected by anyone. You undo me, Esme.”

I sit on the edge of her bed and pull her onto my lap. She straddles me and I press my cock against her pussy. Even through her panties, I can feel her heat.

“I want to watch you come for the first time. Right here in my lap,” I tell her, my voice hoarse. “Let me do that for you.”

Her breathing is heavy now, and my eyes lock on her cleavage. I reach around her and unhook her bra, letting the straps slide down her shoulders. Her tits are big and heavy with hard-tipped points. I cup her, weighing them in my palms. I could probably spend hours just playing with her breasts.

It’s on my tongue to tell her that I want her forever. That I see my future in her eyes. But I don’t want to scare her with too much too fast. When the words feel as if they’re going to tumble out at any moment—I kiss her deep, tongue sliding against hers.

I slip my fingers beneath her panties, groaning when I find her soaked. “Yeah, so goddamn wet. Let’s just press that soaking pussy right up against my cock.”

She stands and pushes down her panties, her mouth cut in that mischievous smile of hers. When her pussy is bared to me, I suck in a breath. Neatly trimmed, soft, glistening—she’s everything I’ve ever wanted and more.

I pat my thighs. “Back on my lap.” I guide her closer. When her slick heat glides over my length, I nearly lose it.

“Abel,” she hisses.

“You like that?”

“Yes,” she gasps, rocking against me.

“Good. Rub yourself all over me.” Fuck she feels good. “I’m trying hard not to embarrass myself here, but I’m so damn close already. I could blow just from this.”

She moans, grinding harder. “That would turn me on. If you lose control and you come on me. So hot.”