Page 64 of Rio's Release

“How ‘bout I put your name right here?” He taps a bare spot over his heart.

“You’d do that?”

“Only for you, and before you ask, no, there aren’t any other names on my skin.”

“I’m glad.”

His flat palm returns to my stomach, resting there. “You seem more relaxed now.”

“I am. Thank you for taking your time and not rushing me.”

“We’ve got all night, Shelby. I want you to want this. To want me.”

“I do.” I say the words and, surprisingly, find they’re true. I’ve been so afraid that part of me had shut down for good. Toshow him, I reach for the hem of my soft v-neck t-shirt and whip it over my head.

His eyes immediately take in my lace bra.

“I haven’t worn sexy lingerie in a long time,” I whisper.

“You haven’t?” His eyes flick up to mine.

“Years ago, I would wait impatiently for the mailman to bring me your next letter, and I would dream about you every night. Jenny and I went shopping, and I saw this set. I bought it spur of the moment, hoping someday I’d wear it for you.”

It’s a push-up balconette bra with black lace over petal pink fabric underneath. The cleavage is trimmed in petal pink lace with a tiny bow in the center. The matching panties have bows on each side and the same pale pink lace trim across the scrap of fabric across my hips.

“If my dick wasn’t hard already, that sure did it. Now I really want to see the panties.” His palm moves to the front of my jeans. “That okay?”

I nod, and he undoes them, then moves lower to glide them off and toss them to the floor along with my sandals.

Now I’m lying on his bed in only my bra and panties. My chest rises and falls with my rapid breathing.

“Wow. You’re gorgeous, Shelby. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He moves onto the bed, keeping his jeans on. His palm skims over my thighs, hips, and waist, then closes over one lace covered breast. “So, you bought this for me, huh?”

I nod.

“And I’m the only man you’ve worn it for?”

“Yes. Only you.”

“That pleases me. I can’t tell you how much, sweetheart. I like that you thought to do that for me, and that you wore it today. Means a lot.” His fingertips trace along the strap, and he hooks an index finger under it, dragging it down my arm. “I want to see you.” When I don’t object, he slides his hand under me and flicks the fastening open like an expert.

I lift a brow, and he grins.

“Honey, it’s been a long fucking time since I’ve done that. Guess I’ve still got it.” His head dips, and his lips brush against mine—a barely-there touch. Then he drags the bra free and lifts his head to look at my breasts.

His eyes flare with smoldering heat, and he cups one, feeling the weight of it in his hand and stroking his thumb over my erect nipple. His head dips, and he takes it in his mouth.

The sensation has me sucking in my breath and arching my spine, thrusting them up as if to beg for more. God, it feels amazing. How many nights did I lie awake imagining how this would feel? It’s so much better than anything my teenaged mind could dream up.

Maybe because it's him, it makes it so much hotter. This man has haunted my dreams for so long.

He shifts to my other breast, licking, sucking, and nibbling until I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him there, wanting more.

God, please don’t let him stop. I want this to go on forever. I knew it would be good having his mouth on me. I had no idea how good. I moan, and he breaks free, lifting his head to look in my eyes.

He kisses me, his tongue invading, and good Lord, can he kiss.

While I’m distracted by his mouth, I feel one of his hands move over my belly, down my body, and slip under the lace, and his middle fingers slips inside me. It happens so fast; I break the kiss to gasp.

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