Page 42 of The Second Dance

Those hips are pressed up against my center and I am slowly coming undone, ready to give this man whatever he wants.

My fingers trail up his neck, curling in his hair. He deepens the kiss, his tongue caressing mine. His hand glides along my side, holding my waist. His thumb traces back and forth, teasing at the perimeter of my breast. I put my hand over his, guiding him higher. His palm fits over me, long fingers stretching to cover my soft flesh. He finds the buttons on the front of my dress and he hovers there briefly. I arch my back, bumping into his hand—giving him permission.

He smiles into our kiss, deftly loosening the top buttons on my dress, until it parts all the way to my waist.

I wore a cute matching bra, and panty set today. Not because I thought anyone would see it, but because the stars aligned and they happened to be clean at the same time. But as his heated gaze traces the sheer lace, I’m silently thanking my past self for that impulse.

His fingers gently trace the curve of fabric.

I tug at the front of his shirt. “You never gave me a tour of the house.”

“Hmm?” He looks up. I can see him struggling to rise back to the surface.

“Yeah. You didn’t show me your bedroom.”

“Ah.” He grins, “How rude of me.”

He lifts me off the counter, setting me back on my feet. Taking my hand, he leads me past a living room with a big fireplace, down a little hall.

His room is at the end. I suspect it was originally a family room or a den. It’s pretty big, with enough room for a desk and another fireplace. His bed is on a raised frame. It’s a tall person’s bed.

I might need a boost.

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I want to grab her and throw her over my shoulder, caveman style.

But I’m trying to take it easy with her, to be gentle.

For one thing, maybe she really did just want a house tour.

“Why is your bed so big?”

A surprised laugh tumbles off my lips. “I’m a big guy.”

“I’m going to need a stepladder to get up there.”

My gaze locks with hers. She looks playful. Breathless.

She wants to get in my bed? That seems pretty clear. I close the distance between us slowly, giving her a chance to back up. She watches me, eyes scanning from the ground up. I reach out and hook my finger around the unbuttoned part of her dress, just above her belly button. Tugging her closer, sliding my hand inside her dress. I grip her side, my callused hand rough against her soft skin.

I bend down, kissing her, and she rises up on her tiptoes. My fingers find the neck of her dress and I slip the fabric down her arms. It slides past her hips, pooling at her feet. I reel her in, letting my hands smooth over her exposed skin.

She bites at my lip, slipping her hand down my torso, past my waistband. Her hand searches lower, curving around the bulge in my jeans. I let out a little suppressed sigh. She hooks her fingers around the waistband of my jeans, tugging at it. “You have way too much on.”

“That can be remedied.” I lift her up on my hips and carry her to the bed, perching that perfect, round ass on the edge. She’s watching me unbutton my shirt, but I can’t take my eyes off her delicious curves. That bra is working overtime to keep her contained, and the mesh fabric leaves very little to the imagination. I unbutton my shirt partway, opting to tear it over my head to save time. My gaze is riveted on her body. “Beautiful.”

“Yeah.” she murmurs, staring at my stomach in a very gratifying way.

I unbutton my jeans and kick them off. There is nothing subtle about the way my cock is straining against my boxers and I feel almost shy standing in front of her. “Do you want me to leave the socks, or…”

She laughs. “Oh my God.”

“I know you like them, so…”

“Get over here before I change my mind.”

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