All the Right Moves(59)

“It’s nice,” she said. “Very sleek.”

“My sister helped me pick it out. She’s good with that sort of thing.”

“Ah. But is it your taste?”

He checked over the dark mahogany sleigh bed, the matching bedside tables, the dresser. “Yeah, I suppose. Honestly, the only thing I was picky about was the mattress.”

“Well, lucky me,” she said, taking her dress in her hands, ready to lift.

He was at her side in a second. “No, no, no. That’s my job. Have I mentioned how much I like this dress?”

She shook her head.

“Well, I do.” His fingertips went to her shoulders. So close to bare, and yet those two delicate straps were all that stood between him and seeing those pert little breasts. Tasting them, making those nipples bud. For him.

He slipped one finger under each strap. “It must have been so hard for the guys in your class to take that test. One look at you in your sundress and they were done for. I could barely drive home, wanting to watch you. Waiting for the hem to climb up those gorgeous thighs. Picturing what lay beneath.”

Pulling the straps over her shoulders, he wondered if the dress would simply fall. No, sadly. The bodice was just snug enough that it would take a bit of effort on his part.

“My goodness,” she said, her voice throaty and low. “What’s gotten into you, Captain Devil?”

“Uh-uh. Backward. It’s the thought of me, getting into you, that has me like this.” He steadied her with one hand as he let her feel how hard he was. It had happened so fast, from zero to flight speed. The dress, it had to be the sexy dress.

“That must be uncomfortable,” she said, bucking into him.

He hissed. “It is, but I’m not ready yet. You’re not, either,” he said, nibbling on her earlobe as his hands went back up to the dress. Determined to bare her from the top down, he went about distracting her with tongue and teeth, concentrating on her very sensitive earlobe as his fingers slipped between the material and her skin.

For a long moment, he simply enjoyed rocking with her, standing next to the bed, the tease of stripping her as erotic as the feel of her. But he wasn’t made of stone and with every whimper and sigh, he grew less patient.

Pulling back, he tugged the elasticized top down inch by slow inch. There was the paler flesh that didn’t see as much sun, and oh, God, the slight pink of the edge of her areolas. He held his breath as he stretched the yellow dress down farther, farther, and there they were. Her perfect nipples, already firm and so sweet he couldn’t stop himself from bending over and taking one delicious nub in his mouth.

Her gasp wavered as he heard her head go back. Taking full advantage, he sucked, swirled his tongue, flicked the tip until her hands were in his hair, pulling just enough to make things interesting.

After a particularly long moan, he switched things up. Not just to her left breast, but both hands slid underneath the material, up her thighs.

She shivered, tugging at him until he sucked harder, then held the base of her nipple between his teeth while he pointed his tongue, showing her what he planned to do when he had her panties off.

It shouldn’t have been possible to get harder, but when he realized she’d worn a thong he wanted to rip off his jeans before he hurt himself. The tiny little silky number was as easy to remove as a tug. It was the sexiest thing on the planet and she was all his.

He stood up, stared at the wet tips of her breasts. The crumpled silk white thong on the floor. It was incredibly erotic to have her dress pulled down like that, to have the lower half of her covered in sunshine-yellow.

He took off his shirt in record time, toeing his shoes off while he undid his belt and his jeans. His boxer briefs had a dark spot that was growing, and the only thing he could do was get rid of them ASAP.

He debated hitting his knees. Sneaking up under her dress and making her come while she stood inches from the bed. But he wanted to see more than he wanted to imagine.

He lifted her, bride-style, and spread her out on the bed. Ah, his decision had been a good one. Because now he got to flip up the bottom of her dress. “Oh, damn,” he said, his voice a hell of a lot rougher than it had been a few minutes ago.

She was the picture of voluptuousness, her hair tousled, her breasts rising and falling, her perfect little bikini lines pointing straight to where he wanted to go.

“You are gorgeous,” he murmured.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”