Page 58 of An Indecent Longing

And writhe beneath him.

His breathing came more heavily now, his lips more demanding. She wasn’t fighting him but she was trying to take a little more control. And it made him want her total submission even more.

He had both hands on her hips at the moment, holding her in place. Now he moved one higher, skimming up her side to her breast. Her breath caught on an audible gasp as he cupped the soft flesh. She barely filled his palm but he didn’t think anyone else would fit his hand more perfectly.

He wanted to tug her dress apart and put his mouth on the swell of flesh he could barely see above the neckline of her dress. Her pale skin gleamed in the low light, drawing his attention down. But he couldn’t see enough so he sat back on his haunches.

She didn’t cling, didn’t try to keep him from moving, and her expression stilled. She looked worried, hurt. Like…

Like she was sure he was about to leave her.

Damn it.

He hated putting that look on her face, hated that she thought he was enough of a prick that he might leave her again.

With his gaze locked on hers, he reached for her dress, silently thankful that she didn’t pull away. Sliding his fingers beneath the fabric covering her shoulders, he began to push at it.

The stretchy material moved out of his way without a fight, exposing her delicate collarbones. Now he let his gaze drop so he could see what else he could uncover.

Lying still beneath him, she swallowed hard enough that he heard her.

“I want to take this dress off. Are you going to let me?”

Her tongue came out to wet her bottom lip. “What do I get in return?”

His lips curved in a slight smile. “What do you want?”

“I want you take off your shirt. I don’t want to be the only one naked.”

His gaze locked with hers for a brief, heated moment before his gaze fell back to watching her breasts rising and falling and his fingers continued their excruciatingly slow drag on her dress.

“So you admit that you want to be naked?”

“Are you admitting that you want me?”

He didn’t answer right away, at least not until he’d drawn her dress down far enough that he’d exposed her bra.

Black lace.

Had she worn that for Ben?

Shit.

“Ian.”

His gaze shot back up to hers. He heard the question in her voice, knew she’d sensed his hesitation.

“Did you wear this expecting it to be seen?”

He drew her dress down even farther, maintaining eye contact for as long as he could before he had to look.

She had such pale skin.

“I wore it because I like it.”

“Does it make you feel sexy when you wear it?”

She took a deep breath, causing her breasts to push against the lace cups. “Yes.”

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