Page 5 of Ruthless Secrets
“I want this. Ineedthis.” I kiss the other side of his mouth.
His hands move to my waist. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” I reply before kissing him.
He tastes of coffee mixed with liquor, and I can’t seem to get enough.
I waste no time parting my lips and when his tongue brushes against mine, I grow slick between my thighs.
My arms wrap around his shoulders, and I press my body flush against him.
It’s hard to feel much when I’m wearing such a puffy skirt, and it’s only making me more impatient.
I go to run my hand down his chest toward his cock, but he grabs my hand and puts it back around his neck.
“Easy,” he whispers.
“I want to touch you.”
He smirks before leaning in to whisper in my ear.
“Your patience will be rewarded.”
I shiver, and he chuckles before licking along the column of my neck.
I have a feeling that I’m about to have the best sex of my life. All I can hope for is that I’m not so drunk that I won’t remember it.
I go to kiss him again but before I have a chance to, his hands are on my waist and he’s spinning me around.
“I will say this is a first for me.” He starts to unhook my dress.
“You’re not a virgin, are you?”
He laughs. “Fuck no. I was talking about the wedding dress. I’ve taken many items of clothing off women before but never a wedding dress.”
He is careful to undo all of the hooks.
With each brush of his fingers against my bare skin, I swallow a moan as the ache builds.
By the time the dress falls to the floor, leaving me in nothing but a pair of white lace panties, I’m suitably worked up.
I turn around and watch his eyes glaze over as he looks at me.
I can’t help but smile as I flick my hair over my shoulder.
The movement makes my breasts bounce, and his throat bobs as he takes me in.
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone more than I do this man right now.
As if he can read my thoughts, he grabs at the collar of his shirt and pulls it up over his head.
His body is nothing but well-defined muscles and smooth, tanned skin.
I run my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, and he stands perfectly still as I explore him with my fingertips.
“What’s this from?” My fingers brush over a raised white scar on his left shoulder.
My breath catches as his hands grip my wrists.
