Page 36 of Baby I'm Yours

“You live to torment me,” he corrects as he smooths his hands back to my hips, pushing my dress even higher. “A fact you’ve proven by wearing a dress I can’t figure out how to get off you.”

I bite my lip, pleased by this revelation. “It has a hidden zipper. Should we play hot and cold until you find it?”

“You have three seconds to get this dress off before I rip it off you,” he says. “I need your nipples in my mouth, and I’m not in the mood to wait.”

“Now who’s bossy?” I reach for the tiny zipper top hidden in the seam beneath my armpit. Holding his gaze, I draw it slowly down, revealing the side of my ribs, the curve of my hip. The bodice sags forward as the tension holding the fabric together is released, and I lean forward, treating Hunter to a glimpse of my white strapless bra.

“One second left,” he warns, the bulge behind his fly far too large to overlook.

“Patience,” I tease. “Good things come…” I guide the thin straps off my shoulders. “To those…” I wiggle the bodice down to my waist. “Who…” I give the fabric one final push, sending it dropping to pool around my feet, leaving me in nothing but my bra and already drenched panties.

“Wait,” I finish, arching a brow, silently letting him know it’s his move.

True to form, he doesn’t keep me waiting. A beat later, I’m in his arms, his big hands guiding my legs around his waist before he grips my ass, squeezing my curves as he carries me across the room. I gasp as my back hits the bed, the sheets cool against my overheated skin, but he’s already following me down, covering me, caging me beneath him.

“Doyouwant to wait?” he asks, his cock straining against me through his thin suit pants and whatever he’s wearing beneath. “Would you like me to take things slower? Tease you more before I give you what you want?”

I bite my lip as he tugs my bra down, baring my breasts. A beat later, his thumb is circling my nipple, sending pleasure sparking through me. “No, I like getting what I want right away. Being teased is for other people. Like you.”

I know I’m playing with fire, but I can’t help it.

I also can’t help grinning against his lips as he kisses me again.

“So bad,” he growls low in his throat before kissing me harder, deeper, fucking my mouth with his tongue as his hands roam my body. He sets fires everywhere he touches, until I’m writhing beneath him, my breath coming faster.

Then, suddenly, he’s gone.

My eyes fly open to find him kneeling between my spread legs, making quick work of his polo shirt as he rips it off andtosses it aside, revealing that chest I could admire for years. Sculpted pecs give way to slightly crooked ab muscles covered in a dusting of dark hair, and I silently vow to trace each muscle with my tongue at my earliest convenience.

He smirks as he hooks fingers into the sides of my panties. “You look hungry, sweetheart. Didn’t you get enough lunch?”

I narrow my eyes as I reply sweetly, “No, I didn’t. There wasn’t any dick on the menu. Think that’s something you can help me out with? Preferably sooner than later?”

“Maybe,” he says, dragging the satin and lace down my thighs before tossing my panties aside, leaving me bare. “Though a smart woman once told me that good things come to those who wait.”

I exhale, both hating and loving that he’s decided to play with me.

“Spread your legs wider, Elaina,” he murmurs. “I need to check my progress.”

I obey, fresh heat rushing to my core as he hooks his hands behind my knees and guides them even wider, until I’m spread open like a butterfly on a board.

“Well, well,” he murmurs, his tongue sweeping along his lip as he penetrates me at least three different ways with his hungry gaze. “What a shameless little pussy. You’re soaked, sweetheart. And so swollen.” He arches a brow as he teases his thumbs down either side of my folds, intensifying the ache throbbing inside. “Looks like you could use a little relief.”

Squirming my hips, I try to bring my aching core into more intimate contact with his fingers, but this isn’t his first time at the torment rodeo. He deftly shifts his grip, his pressure, avoiding touching me in any of the places that need him most until I’m whimpering.

Begging…

“Please, you jerk,” I pant, practically writhing now. “Please, touch me.”

Finally, he does.

He lowers his mouth between my thighs and from the first stroke, his tongue has me gasping, my spine arching off the bed as pleasure shoots through me. He takes his time, alternating between slow, deep swirls around my clit and faster undulations of his tongue that make my head spin. The man has a gift, no doubt about it, and when he slides two fingers inside me just as I’m about to shatter, I go off like a Roman candle. My release crashes over me in waves so intense I can’t think, can’t breathe.

I can only pulse and gasp and feel.

He hums in approval against my sex, the sound vibrating through my core as I slowly drift down from somewhere in the stratosphere. “Fuck, woman. I need to be inside you.”

“Yes,” I pant, nodding my head loosely. “Yes, please.”

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