Page 82 of Hit Me With Your Best Shot

He pulls at my dress until it’s up…over my head…tossed to the floor like a rag.

Gio’s huge hands find my breasts, tips of his fingers trailing over the lace of my strapless bra, thumbs brushing my already sensitive nipples through the satin fabric.

I watch, spellbound, as he studies my body.

Let him explore.

The corner of his mouth tilts up as he dips his head, pressing a kiss to the swell of my breasts, then lower, nose tracing the edge of my bra.The heat of his breath against my skin is maddening.

Large hands slide around to my back again, deftly undoing the clasp of my bra. The hooks give way, the fabric slipping from my body; cool air hits my bare skin before his mouth replaces it.

Gio sucks.

Licks.

A gasp escapes my lips as his tongue flicks over one sensitive peak; he sucks as his other hand kneads the soft curve of my breast. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more of him, needing everything.

I arch into him, desperate for more…

Panties = 88%.

“Jesus, Austin,” he slurs against my skin, his voice vibrating through me. “You drive me so fucking crazy.”

Then.

His hands leave my boobs to cradle my face.

His thumbs brush gently across my cheeks, a contrast to the tension coiling between us, as his eyes search mine. For a moment, time stops.

With a loud grunt, he moves, standing effortlessly with me still in his arms.

Instinctively my legs wrap around his waist as he takes long strides across the room, his focus completely on me.

“Where are we going?” I manage to ask, heart pounding in my chest—and my vagina.

“Somewhere with a fucking headboard.”

Oh jeez.

A shiver runs down my spine at the promise in his voice, anticipation coiling in my stomach as he carries me down a long hallway of closed doors.

The last door is ajar and he nudges it with his shoulder and crosses the threshold, his hold on me steady as he turns to push the door shut with his foot.

The soft click of it closing behind us sends a thrill racing through me, my pulse pounding in my ears.

My brain barely has time to register the massive bed before he dumps me on it: white linens. Sleek nightstands.

Gold reading lamps.

The bed beneath me is impossibly soft, the kind of plush luxury you sink into, and if I wasn’t in the middle of seducing him I’d pay more attention.I’m too focused on him to notice the finer details of his bedroom…

For a moment he goes still as he watches me, his blue eyes burning with intensity—intense and predatory—as if he’s committing this moment to memory.

“You look so good here,” he murmurs huskily as he leans over me, hands framing my hips. His breath fans across my cheek, warm and teasing. “Right where you belong.”

“I—”

Whatever I was going to say is lost when his lips find mine again, the kiss deeper and more insistent this time. He moves closer, his weight sinking onto the mattress, one knee pressing into the bed beside me as his hands explore.

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