Page 7 of Not Quite Perfect

Her legs dropped down from around my middle and she looked at me quizzically. “Did I do something wrong?”

I took her hand in mine and squeezed. “Not at all. You were doing it tooright.”

I tugged her into my chest and met her mouth for another kiss as I guided us down the darkened hall, divesting her of the silk blouse she’d been wearing as we went. When we came to my bedroom door, I backed Victoria through it until we reached my bed. Easing her down onto my mattress, I stood over her, marveling at this smart, beautiful,sexywoman in silent wonder. I’d been dreading this weekend ever since my father told me he was getting married again, but it was quickly turning into one of the best ones I’d had in years.

How did I get so lucky?

Wordlessly, I undid the buttons on my shirt. When I pushed the fabric off my shoulders and it fell to the floor behind me, Victoria sucked in a small gasp and pushed up onto her elbows.

“You’ve been holding out on me.” She traced the tips of her fingers over the ridges and valleys of my torso, her eyes greedy.

I could play coy and pretend I didn’t know what I looked like, but that wasn’t my style. I worked out multiple times a week so that my body would look great if and when I ever got the chance to show it off. The opportunities had been few and far between the last couple of years, but I was thankful now for all the time I’d spent in the gym.

“Do you see something you like, Miss Witherspoon?” I notched my eyebrow as my fingers hovered teasingly over my belt buckle.

“Very much.” She sighed and nodded, her bright, happy eyes glued to my abs.

I chuckled over her obvious delight and undid my belt. Victoria’s breathing hitched as I popped the button and lowered my zipper. She rolled her teeth between her lips and watched with rapt attention as I swept my pants down past my hips, taking my boxer briefs with them. Finally, I stood naked in front of her, my cock jutting forward.

She flicked wide eyes up to mine. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

“So are you.” It wasn’t just a trite compliment, either. Victoria truly was the most exquisite woman I’d ever had the pleasure of kissing.

Her cheeks turned pink. “You haven’t even seen me yet.”

I brushed a lock of hair back from her face, my fingers trailing lightly down her cheek to the pulse beating strong and steady in her neck. “I don’t have to get you naked to know that you’re beautiful.”

Her shoulders rounded in on themselves, and the look in her eyes turned uncertain. “I’m thirty-two years old, and I live on a diet of coffee, frozen food, and takeout.” Her gaze traveled down the length of my body before she raised wary eyes slowly back to mine. “My body looks nothing like yours.”

“And that is a fact for which I am eternally grateful.” Personally, I thought she was a work of art. She was strong in all the places a woman’s body was supposed to be, while still being supple and feminine—just the way I liked. She was the soft to my hard, the curves to my angles.

Rolling her gently back against my comforter, I crawled onto my bed and settled my naked body alongside her partially clothed one. “I can’t wait to get my hands—and my mouth—on every single inch of you.” Later, I’d try to figure out how she’d gotten it in her head that there was something wrong with the way she looked, but right now I wanted to take my time proving to her that she was perfection made real. “From the moment I saw you, I wanted you.”

“Really?”

“Mmm-hmm,” I murmured into the spot where her neck met her shoulder. “I said to myself, ‘self, that is the woman for you.’”

Victoria turned her face to mine, and our noses nearly touched. She stared at me for a few brief seconds, searching my face as she visibly wrestled with some sort of a decision. Everything was quiet, the only sound in the room our breathing. Eventually, she blinked, and her uncertainty was replaced by naked desire. “In that case, I’m wearing far too many clothes. You should probably do something about that.”

Thank you, baby Jesus in a manger!

With sure hands, I untied the jaunty little bow at her waist and the fabric of her wrap skirt parted to reveal lacy white panties that matched her bra. Hot damn! If I’d known that a single tug on that ribbon would have bared Victoria to me, I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate all evening. As I slowly folded back the checked fabric, it was like unwrapping the Christmas present you’d coveted all year. I wanted to savor the moment, while simultaneously wishing I could tear through it to get to the gift waiting within.

I traced the edge of the scalloped lace and hitched my finger under the gauzy fabric. “May I?” I asked, raising my eyes to hers.

“Yes. Please.” She nodded, her gaze imploring.

I hooked my fingers under the elastic and she lifted her hips to ease their path downward. Next, I took my time removing her bra, trailing the back of my fingers over her skin in a soft caress, my lips following in their wake.

One half of my brain wanted me to dive in and feast on her, while the other half told me to take my time. If I rushed through this, she might leave. And I wanted to keep her right where she was … all night long. There was no denying she and I had an intense connection, but who knew what that meant back out in the real world? For now, she was mine—even if I didn’t know how long it could last.

I captured her mouth again, and when she mewled and arched against me, I kissed my way over her jaw and down her neck to the gentle slope of her breast. I flicked my tongue out and licked her nipple. She sighed, and I sucked the raised peak between my lips and made love to it with my mouth—sucking, licking, laving, biting.

“Please,” she whispered on a shuddering sigh.

“Please, what?”

“I need you.”

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