“For what I have planned, I need you naked,” he says, bringing my attention back to him. As he says this, he starts pulling up the hem of my dress.
“Okay,” I reply softly, lifting my arms so he can get it up and over my head.
After folding the dress in half, he sets it on the dresser and turns back to me. With the dress gone, I’m left wearing a black strapless satin push-up bra, matching underwear, and a pair of espadrilles with a four-inch wedge heel. The way his eyes take in every inch of my exposed skin makes my pulse race. I thought I’d be self-conscious about getting fully naked in front of him for the first time, but that’s not happening. It’s clear that he likes what he sees.
I squeak when he abruptly lifts me up and drops me down on the bed. “Love the way you look on my bed,” he says, his voice rough.
I love the way I feel in his bed. Beautiful, powerful, and consumed with desire for the most amazing and incredible man I’ve ever met. Propping myself up on my arms, I lift my right leg. “I didn’t get a chance to take my shoes off.”
Smiling, he wraps a hand around my ankle to hold me steady as he takes the shoe off with his other hand. After repeating the process on the other side, he keeps his hand around my ankle. “Even your feet are sexy as hell. These legs though. They’re the perfect length to wrap around my waist and hold on tight while I give you what you need.”
I suck in a breath as he trails the fingers on his free hand up the middle of my leg from ankle to thigh. He makes a sexy-as-hell rumbly sound, real low in his throat, as he repeats the movement. This time, he doesn’t stop at my thigh. Instead, he continues on, his fingers skating over the front of my underwear. “So perfect. You’re already wet for me.”
Turning his head, he traces his tongue against my ankle. My entire body breaks out in goose bumps as my already pebbled nipples tighten even more. Chuckling, he sets my leg down before he lifts the other back up. He starts at my ankle and then keeps on going, kissing his way toward the apex of my thighs. The closer he gets, the faster my heart beats. When he gets there, he stops and straightens up. I can’t hold back a frustrated groan. He grins at me and makes a tsk-tsk sound. “Patience, baby. Gotta take my clothes off.”
For that, I’ll wait. Because we went out for a nice dinner, he’s wearing a dark gray button-down shirt and black slacks. After kicking off his shoes and undoing his belt, he undoes the front of his pants and pulls them off. Bending over, he takes off his socks as well. Straightening, he deals with his cuffs before he moves on to the front of his shirt. Every undone button reveals a little bit more of his incredible chest. Once he slides the shirt off, he’s left in a pair of black boxer briefs. Biting my lower lip, I trail my fingers over his body.
First, his chest is even sexier than I imagined. His six-pack abs and muscular arms are incredible. I like that there’s some hair on his chest. It’s groomed but it isn’t waxed or shaved, which I love. The happy trail from just below his belly button down into his boxers draws my attention, but it’s the sight of what the fabric of his boxers reveal that holds my attention. I’ve felt him through our clothes over the last few days, so it’s not like I didn’t know he’s working with something that isn’t small, but holy wow. The outline I’m seeing now makes it clear that Tyler’s very well endowed. My clit flutters and my core clenches as I stare, the anticipation for what’s to come growing. No pun intended.
“Look at me,” he says.
Licking my lips, I tear my gaze from his boxers and look up to meet his eyes.
“You’ll see and feel it all soon,” he rasps, “but before that happens, my mouth has a date with your pussy. Take off your bra and then scoot back so your head is on the pillows. I want you to watch.”
My body goes hot all over. As I follow his instructions, I wonder if I may actually spontaneously combust. I probably won’t, but the filthy things that come out of his delicious mouth are so hot they have to be frying my brain.
Climbing onto the bed, he settles between my legs. “Reach behind you and hold on to the bars.”
I quickly comply.
“Don’t let go.” When I suck in a harsh breath, he grins. Leaning in, he kisses the spot just under my right ear. “I’m going to put you through your paces tonight,” he promises.