Page 42 of Sipping Seduction
She had no idea how much I wanted this, or how long I’d been biding my time, waiting for the chance to show her how I felt about her. “It’s okay. Pick another word, any word.”
“How about walrus?”
“Okay, walrus.” I grazed her cheek with the back of my hand. “You’re in control, Frannigan. You can walrus me anytime.”
“Okay.” She nodded, her eyes closed, and clenched her fists at her side.
I started by kissing her neck. It drove me crazy when she wore her hair up. One hand slid into her hair, and I braced myself up on my elbow. Her pulse fluttered underneath my lips. The smell of her perfume, something musky and warm, had my cock ready for action. Kissing her baby-soft skin was better than I’d imagined. My tongue flicked out to taste her. The little moan coming from the back of her throat was more potent than any aphrodisiac.
As I took my time trailing lazy kisses up and down her neck, over her collarbone, and behind her ears, her hands relaxed. She slid a palm over my back. Even through the starched shirt and thin white tee I’d worn underneath, I could feel her touch. Made me ache to know how it would feel to have her hands on my bare skin.
I pulled back to gauge her reaction. Her chest rose and fell as she drew in one deep breath after the other. “Is this okay so far?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Are you sure?” I knew she was into it. The way her body responded to mine was proof of that.
Her eyes opened, and she stared up at me, the huge crease in her forehead a sure sign she was overthinking something.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s silly.” She shook her head and closed her eyes again. “You can keep going.”
I pried her eyelid open with my fingers. “If this isn’t working for you, we can stop.” It would be a significant blow to my ego, but our friendship came first. I couldn’t afford to lose her, even if she never looked at me the way I wanted her to.
“I don’t want you to stop. I’m just having a hard time accepting that you’re such a good kisser.” Her lower lip stuck out in a pout.
I leaned forward and captured it with my teeth. Her hands went to my cheeks, and she pressed her lips into mine. She was kissing me back. Everything else faded into the background. All that mattered was the softness of her lips, and the connection between us. Her finger traced the outline of my jaw. Shivers exploded down my spine. Whatever had been holding her back had disappeared, and she pushed her hips up to make contact.
I wanted more, maybe more than she was willing to give, but I’d never get enough when it came to Frannie. Over the years she’d become everything to me, and even though I hadn’t had the guts to tell her, I could show her how much I loved her with every touch of my lips against her skin, every beat of my heart in rhythm with hers.
Her fingers tugged at the bow tie around my neck. I had no idea how to get it undone, but it was getting hard to breathe and I wanted it off as quickly as possible. Frannie must have felt the same because she gave up on the tie and tugged my shirt out of my pants. Her palms made their way under my tee, and I almost came the moment I felt her hands glide over my bare skin.
“Your abs should be illegal,” she mumbled into my mouth.
I would have laughed, but her tongue was sliding against mine. At some point in the past minute or two, I’d lost control of the situation. Frannie was in charge now, and I was helpless against her.
The skirt of her dress still bunched up at her waist from when she’d climbed over the seat. I searched for a zipper along her back, anything that would help me free her from it. My fingers itched to glide over her skin, but there was too much fucking fabric between us.
“It’s on the side.” She rolled toward me and pushed my palm toward her armpit. I felt the metal track and followed it until I trapped the small zipper pull between my fingers. It moved down an inch, then stopped. I wasn’t about to get cockblocked by a dress, so I pulled harder. Nothing happened.
“It’s got to go over your head.” I slid down her body and grabbed fistfuls of the bunched-up fabric.
Frannie tried to help. “I think it’s stuck.”
It wouldn’t go up and wouldn’t come back down. The way I saw it, there was only one option. “How much do you like this dress?”
“Why? What are you going to do?” Her voice was muffled by all the material covering her face. That wasn’t going to do at all because I had big plans for her mouth—plans that required full access to her lips.
“Just answer the question, Frannie. Can you live without it?”
She was quiet for a long beat as she tried to pull the dress over her head. “Just get it off me, please?”
With permission granted, I pulled the side seam apart, starting where the zipper had gone off the track. The fabric ripped—the sound so loud in the confines of the hatchback that it even drowned out the thunderstorm raging above.
I tossed the remains of the dress in the front seat and leaned back to get a look at what I’d unveiled. In a strapless flesh-colored lacy bra and a pair of matching panties, Frannie was an absolute bombshell.
“If I’d known what you had on underneath, I would have taken that dress off you a hell of a lot sooner,” I said.
