Page 46 of Best Kept Secret

But could she? She put her hands on the hem of her shirt and motioned for him to do the same. “At the same time. Ready, set, go.”

She drew her top up and over her head, assuming he was doing the same. However, after her top had fluttered to the floor, she saw his was only partway up his stomach. He seemed to have frozen, his gaze locked on her taut nipples, which were completely visible through her bra.

How could she be mad when he was looking at her like that? Instead of scolding him, she stayed still and let him look, her body heating under his intense gaze. Finally, she said, “Ahem.”

He shook his head and came back to himself. “Sorry.” Then he yanked his shirt up the rest of the way and dragged it over his head.

It was her turn to stare, and that, she did. She’d seen glimpses of him shirtless before, at the apartment, but he’d always turned away before she could look her fill. Now she took her time, her gaze roaming over his hard chest and down the trail of hair that disappeared into his jeans.

Poor jeans. They were stretched to the max over his impressive erection, which seemed poised to spring forth at any second. She was no mathematician, but she could tell it was long and…

“Eyes up here,” he teased.

“I’m not done yet.”

“We said nothing below the waist, remember?”

“Yes, but…”

“But your bra is above the waist. Take it off.”

She liked his show of assertion, and she immediately complied, though at her own pace. She slowly slid her hands around to her back, jutting out her chest in the process, and undid the clasp. His breath hitched, and she paused, dragging out the anticipation a bit longer.

His chest was heaving, and his eyes were glassy as she pulled the bra straps down her arms and revealed her breasts. His hands were on them in an instant, and then so were his lips. She wove her fingers into his light brown strands as he bent his head to her chest.

He swirled his tongue around her nipple and then sucked it deep into his mouth. She tipped her head back and moaned as he trailed his tongue across her chest and teased the other breast. His erection was nestled snugly between her thighs, and she began to rock against it, fueling the desire building there.

Afraid she might rock herself right off the couch, she removed her hands from his hair and clutched his broad shoulders. He groaned when she accidentally dug her nails into his skin, and she said, “Sorry.”

“I liked it,” he murmured against her breast.

“Oh.”

She continued to grind against him, seeking relief, and he moved his hands down and cupped her bottom. Whether it was to keep her in place or just to cop a feel, she didn’t know, but she didn’t mind either way.

Too soon, he pulled back and gazed at her with a mixed expression. She recognized lust, but there was also something like wonder or adoration, unless she was just imagining it.

“If we keep this up…”

“Yes?”

“I’m going to make a mess in my jeans.”

“You could take them off.” She knew it was against their self-imposed rules, but she couldn’t help herself.

“Believe me, I want to, but I think we should wait.”

She wasn’t sure what they were waiting for, but she didn’t want to argue. She knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him, and that would have to be enough for now. “Okay.”

His eyes went wide. “Really? No argument?”

She laughed and then leaned forward and kissed his lips. They felt swollen from all the kissing and sucking he’d done, but she still wanted more. “I have some self-control, you know. I can wait.”

She trailed her finger down the middle of his chest, relishing his warmth and firmness. His body was magnificent fully clothed, but now that she’d seen his bare torso, she was dying to see the rest. Self-control, Kels!

“Can I just…?” Her finger kept moving down like it had a mind of its own.

When it passed over his belly button, he sucked in his stomach. “Just what?”