Page 60 of Forget About Me

“I’m with you on that, but I would like to arrive in one piece.” She shifts in her seat as we close in on Arlington. “I guess I should stop at home to let my parents know I’m okay. And maybe change clothes.”

“No.” The word comes out more of an order than a request. “I mean, please don’t.” Stopping at a red light allows me to take her hand and tug on it until she meets my gaze. “I want to be the one to take that dress off of you.”

“Alrighty then.” A wicked grin I’ve missed more than butter lifts one side of her mouth. “I would like to pick up some clothes so I don’t have to do the walk of shame.”

“No problem.” I make the turn that’ll take us to her street. “Should I come in? Talk to your parents?” I don’t relish the prospect of facing her parents for the first time in years when I’m about to do things to their daughter they don’t want to know about, but I will if that’s what she wants.

“I think it’ll be better if it’s just me.”

We pull up in front of her house, and I grab her hand before she can get out. “We’re both adults now, so?—?”

“I know.” She squeezes my hand. “No secrets this time, right?” She looks over her shoulder at the house. “But it’s late. They’re probably in bed, so I’ll just leave a note.”

She opens the passenger door before I can get out to do it for her or even gather my thoughts. “Be right back.”

I bump my forehead on the steering wheel a few times. Is this a mistake? I’ve missed her for so long. Ishouldlay all my cards on the table before laying her across my bed. I wish I felt as ready for one as I am for the other.

LUCY

I’m breathless, and not just because of the strictures of this damn foundation garment. Neither the door I’m pressed up against nor Ben’s chest yields an inch, but it’s the ferocity in his eyes that has sucked all the oxygen from the room.

The tease of feathery kisses along my jaw, behind my ear and down my neck has me gasping, too. Who says air is essential, anyway? The need to be breached is more immediate, even if it’s just his tongue or his lips, so I pull his mouth to mine. That crush satisfies for only a moment. I want to be skin to skin sooner rather than later, so I push him backward.

Horizontal. Naked. Now.

Either I said that out loud or he read my mind because he spins us so that he’s in the lead, and we stumble toward his room, lips locked. When I bump into the bed, he turns me around and kisses down the back of my neck. I grind my armored butt into his pelvis. I can’t feel a thing back there, but since he groans in response, I must’ve hit my target.

He unzips the dress so slowly I’m like a horse in a starting gate, dancing with anticipation. Cool air and hot kisses on my upper back fire me up further.

Until he hits the girdle. After a pause, the zipper whips south and the dress follows. His grip is the only thing keeping me upright as I step out of the pool of red on the floor.

The moment I’m steady on my own two feet, he turns me to face him again. I resist the urge to look down or cover myself. “It’s a vintage dress, so it required vintage support.”

“I see that.” He bites his bottom lip, stepping back when I try to touch it.

“I’m torn,” he says, shaking his head slowly as he explores the edges of the garment. Trailing just the tip of a finger under its bottom edge, sweeping under the garter and sliding to the top of a stocking, his caresses have me barely holding on to my sanity.

How have I lived without this man for so long?

Suddenly, his other hand grips my hip roughly, hauling me in close to whisper, “I’ve been wanting to see you naked for so long, but now”—he shakes his head and steps back again, his gaze roving from the spill of my breasts to the heels keeping me on my toes—“you’re like a pin-up girl, Lucy.”

He’s laughing, whooping even as he sweeps me up into his arms and tosses me onto the bed like I weigh nothing. “Can you breathe in that thing?”

I nod, giggling, my brain a hormone scramble. “Mostly.”

“It’s just too sexy to get rid of.”

The look on his face makes me feel like a box of chocolates. “There is… access.” I spread my legs a bit wider.

Eyes on the prize, he strips off his coat, tie and shirt. Enjoying the show, I stretch my arms over my head. “Make me come, please.”

“As many times as possible.” After shucking his trousers and boxers in record time, he jumps on the bed, making me bounce.

Before I can move, his hands are everywhere, exploring the contours of the stiff garment and teasing exposed skin. When my gasps push my breasts past their confines, his mouth instantly covers them with greedy kisses.

I’m lost in sensation, and a loud moan escapes when his fingers sneak under the lower ridges of the girdle to find the spot that’s as ready for him as it ever was. “I want you inside me,” I gasp.

He’s got other plans, however. “I don’t think my mouth can get to you at the moment. But there are other ways to make you happy.”

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