Page 38 of Dare to Love Again

Finn’s heels softly scraped the floor as his legs closed around hers. His hands, which were resting on his thighs, barely had to move for his thumbs to dip beneath her skirt hem. They did nothing more than glide over her skin, leisurely stroking as though he had all the time in the world.

“Brush back your hair and open your blouse. I’d like to see the nipples that have tempted me since the moment I walked in here.”

With trembling fingers, she undid the fabric-covered buttons and separated the two halves, revealing her white lace bra. Not a ratty old one, thankfully, of which she had several. In this one area, luck had been on her side.

“Very nice,” he murmured, the rolling R suddenly more pronounced. “And a front hook. How convenient. Open it. I’m eager to see if the tips match the pinkness of your lips.”

Already tight, her nipples constricted more at his command and were aching for his touch by the time she unlocked the plastic clasp and peeled the cups away. Still keeping her eyes angled downward, she felt the heat of his gaze on her rose-tipped C-cup-sized breasts.

“Rosy all over, I’m pleased, Esme. Remove both the blouse and bra.”

She obeyed, letting the silky material and slightly scratchy lace slide down her arms and fall to the floor behind her.

His fingers curled behind her thighs. Then his hands slid up to her backside, where he palmed both cheeks, before moving them up to her waist taking her skirt with them.

“Turn around.” When she obediently complied, Finn released the button on her skirt and lowered the zipper with a distinctive wisp. “Now, step out.”

Easier said than done. Even with the zipper undone, the skirt was snug. It took some shimmying to lower it over her behind, something she felt was disproportionate to her frame. Not J Lo big and nothing near a Kim Kardashian bubble butt. It was full, round, and always had been, no matter how much she dieted, or how many spin or Pilates classes she attended.

Please, let him be an ass man.

Once past her hips, the skirt dropped to her ankles. When she tried to kick it aside, however, it got tangled. She bent forward to pull it free, but when she started to rise, he demanded gruffly, “Stay just like that.”

So, there she stood, her big booty in his face, while his fingers explored. They skimmed up the backs of her thighs and over both cheeks in a whisper-soft caress that made her squirm.

“Be still,” he ordered while continuing the sensual massage, his thumbs slipping between her thighs to stroke the narrow strip of fabric, which by now had to be soaked.

The hum must be a habit, she decided, when it rumbled again from his chest.

Balancing with her eyes closed, when he stroked over her clit, she jerked, and the air left her lungs in a whoosh. She was about to tell him she couldn’t take any more without coming apart, but the words evaporated on her tongue when his fingers curled into the waistband of her thong.

“As alluring as lace is on your flawless skin, this, too, must go.”

Lungs frozen, body vibrating with need, and still bent forward, she willed herself not to come as he tugged the lace and satin over her hips. After so long, with nothing other than a self-induced orgasm, this was inhumane torture. It intensified a moment later when his lips, open and warm, touched her skin.

She sucked in a breath to keep from passing out, which was a good possibility with her practically standing on her head, and a sexy, commanding man licking her bottom.

“Sir, please.”

“You’re trembling.”

“I’m getting dizzy.”

“Mmm,” he murmured, sucking on her skin a moment. “We can’t have that.” He steadied her with his hands on her hips. “Step out of the panties then turn and face me.”

If he wasn’t holding onto her, she would have toppled over, when one at a time, she lifted her feet. With the skirt and thong in a bunch on the floor, she caught them with her pointed toes and kicked them away. When her feet were clear of the tangle of clothing, she turned in a half circle back to him.

“Take a breath.”

She closed her eyes and did as she told him.

“Again.”

After blowing out, she inhaled once more and opened her eyes. She didn’t meet his gaze, focusing on his chin instead, feeling it was safer as she tried to calm her sex-starved body.

“Better?”

“Yes, sir.”

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