Page 56 of Tight Spot

I waited until she’d stepped away from the pool of blue that looked perfect against the cream rug and dark wood floor.

“What the hell,” I rasped as soon as I caught what was beneath her dress. It was strapless, cups barely covering her nipples but doing their job of lifting her breasts. Hailey’s hands went to her stomach, and I stopped her. “Don’t, don’t cover up for me, let me see the back.”

“There isn’t really a back.”

Couldn’t have been, considering her dress, but she still turned. I kept my hands on her hips to steady her, brushed them up and down the outside of her thighs as she spun. There was nothing to the back. Absolutely nothing except for two thin, nude straps that moved along the top curves of her ass and then between.

“At least that answers my earlier question if you were wearing underwear,” I muttered.

Hailey looked at me over her shoulder, and her smile lit up the room. “You wondered that?”

“Baby, with what you had on, and how little was there, yeah, I was wondering all night what you were hiding beneath.”

“Oh.”

Yeah. Oh.

I took her hand in mine and settled both of ours at my chest. My heartbeat was a steady thump against her palm and her fingertips curled in. “Nothing happens here tonight without your okay. Got it?”

She nodded, licking her lips. I’d skip this, but it was important. Now that we were in my room, and her nerves had stayed downstairs, I was less afraid of hurting her, more worried about ensuring everything we did was good for her. Wasn’t sure I’d ever been with anyone who’d been so untouched, but my mouth watered to taste her everywhere. Have her crying out my name with her legs spread on my bed.

I skimmed my hands along her sides. Found the tape sticking to her ribs that held up the bra. My brows furrowed, and I tried my finger along the curve of her breasts. “Will this hurt?”

“Only one way to find out.”

“Come here.” I turned her so her side was facing me, pulled the skin taut and like a Band-Aid, tore it off fast. She hissed in a breath, and I quickly followed the pain with my kisses, licking away the sting until she’d softened against me. I did the same toward the other one and inhaled a quick, calming breath before I shifted her so she was facing me, her back to the bed, I moved her back, kept my eyes on her until the backs of her knees hit the bed and I guided her down.

Her breasts were incredible. Tan, pebbled nipples and more than a handful, I brushed my hand over one, and she gasped as I moved her back to the bed. The garment had folded in half, and I left the bottom part on while I bent over her on the bed. My hair shaded her face from my view so I tore off the band I always kept at my wrist and tied it back.

“You all right?” I asked while my tongue circled one of her nipples. My hand cupped the other, and she nodded, licking her lips. Her back bowed off the bed, and I continued working them both. Taking turns, keeping my movements soft. I kissed every inch of her body and with my free hand, I tore off my belt, shoved my pants down and kicked them to the floor before dropping to my knees, and slowly peeling off the contraption covering her sex.

And oh dear god. Thank God I was already on my knees. Had I been standing, I would have fallen to the floor right then. She was perfect. Beautiful. She was soaked. So damn wet her inner thighs glistened with desire. Only a small patch of neatly trimmed hair.

“Dawson.” Her hand still at my head, pressed against my hand that was helping hold her thighs open.

I met her gaze, knitted brow, lips parted.

“I’ve never—”

“I know. Trust me when I tell you this will be the best part.”

She laughed softly, half a laugh, half choking sound. I ran my hands up and down her thighs.

How did I get here? On my knees, worshipping this woman. I couldn’t remember the last time—if ever—I’d been on my knees for any woman. I kissed her thighs, trailing my lips down her soft, silky legs. Both sides, until her nervous sounds changed to whispered rasps and puffs of air and slowly, her legs fell open as she relaxed. I propped her heels on the edge of the bed, leaned forward, and almost died from the pleasure of that first whiff of her scent.

As sweet as the rest of her, I pressed a finger to her clit, swollen, drenched with her own arousal and relished the way her hands clung to my mattress.

I didn’t ask if she was ready. But I waited until our eyes met, hers already half-blown with pleasure and she nodded. The tip of her tongue peeked out from her lips.

God, that look.

So damn innocent. So damn ready.

I ran my finger over her clit, kissed the juncture at the tops of her thighs and then I did what I’d been craving to do.

Flattened my tongue against her opening and ran it all the way to her clit.

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