Page 68 of Win Big

Her breath hitches and her eyelashes flutter.

She doesn’t stop me.

I lift the hem of the pale pink chunky sweater she’s wearing and draw it up and over her head. I suck in a breath. I’d caught glimpses of pink lace in the V-neck of the sweater, but now that I see the silk-and-lace camisole, I’m staggered. I trace a tiny strap over one smooth shoulder, then follow the scalloped edge of the lace with my fingertip, down to the center of her breasts. She’s not chesty. Her tits are... let’s call them... dainty. No matter, I love them. I love how they’re pushing at the thin silk, her nipples like pebbles. I remember my hands on them, that night... how she gasped and whimpered and writhed...

Dying. I’m dying.

Gotta get her out of these clothes.

Next, I move to her jeans. I open the button and pull down the zipper, then shimmy them down her hips. They’re ripped to shit in that cool, expensive way, so I have to be careful I don’t accidentally destroy them. She’s still wearing her boots, ankle boots with a chunky heel, so I gently push her to sit on the edge of the bed while I get those off her feet along with her socks, then the jeans.

“Gorgeous.” My voice is hoarse. I run my hands up and down her calves, and she shivers, watching me intently. I reach for her waist, lift her up, and sit her down farther on the bed. She falls back onto her elbows.

I raise her feet to the bed so her knees are bent. Her pink panties match the silky camisole and I press my hands to theinside of her knees to push her legs apart and study the panties closer. “Pretty,” I manage to say.

She’s watching me, her eyelids half-lowered, lips parted.

Moving between her legs, I stroke up and down the insides of her thighs. She shivers, her nipples hardening even more.

“You need to take off your clothes too,” she says in a husky tone.

“Yeah. I do. Don’t want to move, though.” I lean in and press my mouth to her panties.

She whimpers.

I breathe in her scent, spicy arousal. It’s intoxicating. Reluctantly, I stand and unbutton my shirt, not taking my eyes off her. She’s gazing at me too, as I shrug out of the shirt and toss it aside. I take my time unzipping my fly, lowering my jeans, enjoying the heat in her eyes and the hitch of her breath. I get rid of my boxer briefs too, and unlike her, I’m totally naked.

The corners of her mouth tilt up and she reaches out a hand as I climb back onto the bed. She trails her fingertips over my chest, then down my abs. My skin heats to scorching, my dick already hard as a goalpost. She brushes her fingers over the sensitive head and I suck in a sharp breath. My dick twitches.

“Want this, baby?” I grip it and give a firm tug.

“Yes.”

“Be patient.”

“I’m not patient.”

I smile, leaning in again to kiss her smooth inner thigh. “You want to take over?”

“No.” The word is a sigh. “I want you to... do whatever you want to me.”

I pause. I lift my head and meet her eyes. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Understanding flows between us.

Fuck, yeah.

“I want soft and slow,” I murmur, brushing my mouth over her panties again. Her abs tighten. “I want to make you come on my tongue. Then I want to pound into that sweet pussy and feel you squeeze me, and fuck you until you come again and scream.”

“Oh Jesus.” Her head falls back and her eyes close.

“That sound good?” I lick her hip bone.

“Good . . . yes . . . please.”

I kiss her center again over her panties, then crawl up her body, pushing the camisole up, and up, revealing those sweet, sweet tits. She falls flat on her back. “Jesus fuck,” I croak, studying them. “Gorgeous.” Tight pink nipples beg to be sucked and I cup her with both hands, plumping her flesh and pulling one tip between my lips.

Her back arches and she throws her arms up over her head.

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