Page 59 of The Lost and the Found

I grinned. “Come on, beautiful. We should go to bed.”

“I don’t have anything to wear.”

I shrugged casually, though there was nothing casual about the way I was feeling when I said, “You can wear nothing at all.”

Just the image alone could send me over the edge.

“Uh…”

“I’m kidding.” I knew my eyes were heated when I added, “Kind of.”

She surprised me then when she stood up and turned her back to me. “Unzip me, will you?”

Feeling like I was in some sort of a trance, I walked over to her and gently reached out to touch the bare skin on her upper back. This dress really was beautiful on her.

Too bad all I wanted to do was rip it away.

“I should try to convince you change your mind, but I want to see you too much to say otherwise,” I said darkly.

I pulled the zipper down and watched as the red fabric loosened around her beautiful body before I pushed the material off her shoulders in the front and watched as it pooled around her feet.

She was naked, save for the white cotton panties she wore, and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. My eyes took in every inch of her on display, and it was taking everything in me not to throw her on the bed and claim her as my own.

“I know you said you’re insecure about your body, but baby, I can’t find a single flaw. You are absolutely beautiful to me,” I said. And that was true. All creamy skin, unmarred by even the smallest blemish. She was on the thinner side, true, but that didn’t detract from her beauty. And the way her blonde hair was loose in a mass of wavy perfection had fueled many fantasies I had lost sleep over.

I had never met anyone with blonde hair that thick.

I grabbed the clip she used to hold the hair in place and removed it, watching the long waves fall down to the small of her back.

So fucking perfect.

I ran my fingers up and down her back and smiled in satisfaction when she let out a small shiver. “Tell me how far I can take this,” I said against her soft skin.

“I-I don’t know,” she stuttered.

“Is this okay?” I asked, bringing my hand to the front of her, and moving it down to her stomach. She looked down, and I wondered what she was thinking. Did she like seeing the stark contrast between us? Seeing how much darker I was than her. How much bigger. How my hand was covering her belly whole, and how easy I could break her, and how much I wanted to protect her instead.

“Yes,” she sighed, her body relaxing. Good. It meant she felt safe with me.

I used that same hand to pull her to me until her back was flush against my chest, my hard erection pushing against her lower back.

“And this?” I demanded, my voice gruff.

“Yeah.”

I bent down until my lips were by her ear, and took the lobe in my mouth, gently biting it. I loved the way goosebumps rose on her skin.

“Let’s get you to bed,” I said softly.

With only a brief hesitation, she gave me a small nod and walked to the bed. I followed close behind her. She pulled the sheets back and scrambled in, moving further to leave room for me.

I climbed in and moved as close to her as possible, resting my weight on one elbow as I faced her, placing my other hand on her shoulder.

My eyes took in her face first, making sure she was still with me, and that this wasn’t too much, before I moved down to her neck, her shoulders, then to her tits. She had perfect tits. Not too big, not too small. Just the right amount, with enough to fill my big hands. Her nipples were erect, and my mouth watered at the sight. Her coloring was even perfect. Pale pink and so pretty, all I wanted to do was take one in my mouth and pinch the other one until she was squirming beneath me.

I didn’t do that, though. I forced my eyes to move on to her stomach, then to the thin cotton panties she had on.

My hand began to move from her shoulder to her neck, where I could feel her pulse beating, down to her breasts, where I cupped one and gave it a decisive squeeze.

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