Page 160 of Until I Own You

I reach around to grab the zipper on my dress, but Seth stops me, placing my hand back at my side.

His arms slide around me, his lips graze the lobe of my ear. “Let me,” he says, hoarseness already enveloping his voice.

I allow him, though it feels strange after all the encounters we’ve had down here that he is the one removing my clothes. Still, I love the feeling of him unzipping my dress, unclasping my bra, rolling my underwear down my legs until all my clothes are a pile at my feet.

“Sit.” He directs me to the settee.

I sit down at his direction.

Seth follows me, takes one of my ankles into his hand and slides the shoe off…then the other.

I try not to stare, but I am rapt by the way he is rapt by me.

When my feet are flat on the floor again, I make a move to put up my hair.

“Please.” He opens his palm for the hair tie.

I place the small black loop into his palm.

Seth circles the couch and begins to collect my hair in his hands. The tips of his fingers massage my scalp.

I hold back a moan.

Feels so good the way he touches me. I’ve missed it.

“Since you now wear your collar permanently…I will put up your hair for you as our opening ritual. Does that satisfy you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

It is a miracle Seth doesn’t cause my scalp to yelp in pain, like he’s practiced doing this so many times. Once my hair is tied back, Seth slides his arms under me and lifts me up, bridal style.

I yelp.

“I’ve got you,” he says in a soft voice.

Seth places me on the bed. “Sit. I want to show you something.”

I cross my legs and watch him.

We have been here a thousand times before. Me naked. Him fully clothed.

Seth stands beside the bed, slides off his jacket. Undoes his belt. I expect he’s about to release his erection and take me.

It will be the first time we will have just vanilla sex, but I can understand the desire. The inability to resist. To wait until after the scene.

The belt comes off. So does the tie.

And then, he begins to work the buttons of his dress shirt until that comes off too.

A few moments flat, and he’s left in an undershirt and briefs.

A view I have not yet known of him.

And then he grabs the hem of his T-shirt.

I suck in a breath, my body tensing.

His body tenses too, and he freezes, only a small patch of skin exposed. “I…uh…” He shakes his head, erases whatever he might have thought about saying. “I’ll just do it.”

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