Page 16 of Let it Sizzle
By the time I get her inside my house, my hands are shaking with how badly I want her.
I barely get the door closed before I’m kissing her again, deep and rough, like I’m trying to drink her down. I take off my shirt.
She’s breathless when I pull back.
Eyes wide.
Body trembling.
She’s so goddamn beautiful it hurts.
I reach for the light switch, but her hand shoots out to stop me.
“No—wait.” Her voice is small. Shy. “Can we… can we leave it off?”
I freeze, my hand hovering above the switch.
She’s not looking at me.
She’s staring at the floor like she’s bracing for me to laugh at her, like she’s already expecting rejection.
My gut twists into a hard knot.
“Baby,” I rasp, stepping closer until my chest brushes hers. “Don’t you know how long I’ve waited to see you?”
She stills.
I tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze even in the dimness.
“I want to see you,” I growl. “All of you. Every soft, gorgeous inch. Don’t hide from me. Ever.”
Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t argue.
Good. Because I’m done waiting.
I flick the lights on and kick my boots off, grabbing her hand and leading her to my bedroom.
When we get there, I don’t rip her dress off like some impatient asshole, even though my dick is so hard it’s painful.
No. I need to take my time with Serena. Show her she’s beautiful and that I want every damn inch of her.
I trail my fingers over her collarbone, the curve of her shoulder, the swell of her tits pressing against the fabric. She’s breathing hard, chest rising and falling, and I can feel the tremor in her body as I slide the straps of her dress down one by one.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I whisper, dragging my mouth down the side of her neck as I push her dress lower.
Her tits spill free, full and heavy, nipples tight and begging for my mouth. I cup them both in my palms, squeezing gently, thumbing over the peaks until she whimpers and presses closer.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about these perfect tits,” I growl. “How many nights I jacked off thinking about sucking on them, burying my face between them while you rode my cock.”
She moans as I slide her dress the rest of the way down, letting it slip over her gorgeous body, pooling like silk around her ankles. I step back, just for a second, because damn—I need a minute to take her in.
But she looks away, her arms twitching like she wants to cover herself.
Not a chance.
I reach out, tilt her chin up with two fingers, making sure she’s looking me straight in the eyes.
"Look at me," I murmur, voice low, rough. "Look at how I’m looking at you."
