Frisk Me(67)

His fingers ran lightly over her ribs as he pulled back. “Show me.”

She bit her lip. “But your grandma…”

“At my parents’.”

“Anthony…?”

“Not here.” His hands grasped her hips, this time pulling her forward so he could set her back on the ground. “Model for me, baby.”

And that’s when she heard it. The meaning hidden beneath his teasing plea.

Distract me.

Whatever he was dealing with, he didn’t want to deal with right now.

She understood all too well what that was like.

“Okay,” she said, putting a hand on his chest to move him backward. “But you’re waiting in the bedroom.”

“I want to watch.”

She laughed. “Trust me. Watching a woman put on a bra will not be nearly as sexy as watching her take one off.”

“Point taken,” he said, pulling her close for a kiss before backing toward his bedroom. “But be fast. There are things I want to do to you.”

She knew firsthand just how her body responded to the things he did to her, and she was all but buzzing with anticipation.

Heading to her shopping bag as he backed into the bedroom, Ava quickly rummaged through the pink tissue paper until she found what she was looking for.

Of all her new purchases it was the most daring, the most blatantly sexy. She slipped into the bathroom to avoid any awkward “why is there a half-naked woman in my foyer” should Nonna or Anthony show up unexpectedly.

She ditched the pale pink T-shirt bra, and her mismatched panties quickly followed.

Next up: black lace. Not original, but as Beth had pointed out…why mess with the classics?

The bra was low cut and nearly sheer, but gave her just enough lift to be interesting. The panties were equally tiny, little more than a black triangle and a few straps held together with a naughty pink bow on the back.

But it was the garter belt that made things really interesting. Ava pulled on the new knee-high black stockings and attached the black garter, with the pink bow that matched the thong.

For once, Ava was glad that she’d opted to go with sexy heels for her shopping expedition, and she slipped the black patent leather stilettos back on.

Luc wanted a distraction?

He was about to get one.

She grabbed her discarded clothes, putting them in a tidy pile on top of the toilet seat, and hoped like hell he was right about his grandmother and Anthony being long-gone for a while.

He hadn’t shut the door all the way and he was lying on his back, hand locked behind his head when she pushed it open.

Luc turned his head when she entered, and so blank was his expression, that for a horrible moment she thought he’d gotten so lost in thought that he’d forgotten all about her.

And then he saw her. Really saw her.

The dazed, slack-jawed expression told her that her extravagant lingerie purchase was worth every penny.

He slowly sat up, swinging his legs around the side of the bed. Luc opened his mouth as though to say something, but instead swallowed, as though his mouth was too dry to speak.

Gaining confidence Ava turned in a slow circle, feeling just the tiniest bit slutty, and getting all the more turned on by it.

“God damn, Sims.”

He started to stand, but she held up a hand, pinning him with a fierce look. Stay.

Eyes locked on his, she flicked the door all the way closed, slowly walking the short distance to the bed as her hands ran up her thighs, her stomach, teasing her breasts, sliding up to pull her hair back and up before releasing it and letting it tumble around her shoulders once more.

She stopped in front of him, and his hands reached out, but once more, she held up a hand, really getting into her bossy femme fatale routine.

Slowly, Ava traced her index finger over the thin strap of the bra, down along its edge, which was just mere centimeters from her nipple.

“I chose well?” she asked, her voice flirty as both hands now trailed across her nearly exposed breasts.

“You’ve damn near blown my mind,” he said. Again he lifted her hands, and this time she stopped him with merely a look.

“You touch when I say you can touch.”

He met her eyes. Swallowed. And though she knew it pained him, he lowered his hands back to the bed, gripping the edge so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Ava let one finger slip beneath the edge of the bra, brushing against her nipple as it immediately hardened and Luc groaned. “Sims.”

Emboldened by his reaction, she repeated the motion on the other breast, until both nipples were hardened points beneath the thin lace.

Ava had never been shy in the bedroom, but this unabashed sex kitten routine was new to her, and she loved it.

Loved that it was only Luc who’d been able to bring out this side of her.

She toyed with her nipples for several moments, her breath quickly turning to little pants before she moved her hands downward, across her stomach, over her thighs to the thin strap of the garter as she inched closer, continuing to tantalize him with the look-don’t-touch torture.

“Touch yourself,” he said hoarsely.

“Here?” she asked, her finger skimming along the top of the knee-high stocking.

“Higher.”

His eyes were glued to the motion of her hands.

“Here?” Her hand slid up, gently stroking the soft skin beneath her belly button.