Page 105 of Delicate Escape

My breath hitched. “Oh.”

“Those fucking Carhartt overalls. Nothing about them should be sexy, but all I could think about was what was underneath.” His fingers traced the hem of my tank. “What would happen if I unlatched one fastener and let it all fall away.”

Shep’s fingers ghosted across the tender skin of my belly as he lifted my tank just a few inches higher. “How smooth this skin would feel.”

My nipples tightened, pressing against the cotton of my shirt. I wanted it off. Wanted Shep’s off, too. I didn’t want to feel anything between us.

“Shepard,” I whispered.

His eyes flashed a bright gold. “Don’t rush me. Let me enjoy every second of this.”

Shep’s fingers moved higher, his knuckles brushing the undersides of my breasts. “So perfect.” He palmed one beneath my tank.

I bit back a moan as I arched into him, seeking more.

Shep’s other hand lifted my tank top up and over, sending it floating to the floor. His eyes turned hooded as his gaze dropped to my breasts. “Those pretty little nipples are just begging for attention.”

He dipped his head, and his mouth closed around a bud, sucking deep.

Every nerve ending in my body woke, reaching out, searching, wanting more.

Shep’s tongue circled, working my nipple, spinning it tighter. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out and gripping his tee, holding on for dear life. Shep’s teeth grazed the bud, and I couldn’t help the whimper that left my lips.

Shep’s mouth was gone in a flash, but his hand came to my face, tracing my lips as if trying to search for where the sound had come from. “Love the noises you make. Never want them to end.”

His fingers trailed down from my mouth to my jaw. He traced an invisible line to my pulse point and then down the column of my throat. He moved over my clavicle, down my sternum and belly, and then to the hem of my cotton pajama bottoms.

“Wonder what you wear,” he rasped. “Still haven’t gotten to see that. White cotton? Delicate lace? Silky satin?”

My tongue darted out, licking my bottom lip. I almost told him but didn’t want to spoil the discovery.

Shep’s hand dipped lower, and those amber eyes flashed again. “Nothing?”

My lips twitched. “Not to bed.”

“And not the whole fucking time we were watching that movie, and all I could think about was sliding my hand into these damn pajama bottoms?”

The way Shepwantedme had power surging. And his comfort with that need emboldened me. It made me brave.

“Would’ve loved it if you had.”

A grin spread across Shep’s face. “Movie nights the rest of the week.”

A laugh bubbled out of me, but the sound morphed into a moan as Shep’s hand slid lower, cupping me between my thighs.

“Fuck,” he murmured, pressing his face to my neck.

I rocked my hips, pressing into him. Shep’s fingers parted me, sliding through the gathering wetness. He teased and toyed. My hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer and simply trying to stay standing.

Two fingers slid inside as Shep’s hand shifted, and my pajama bottoms fell to the floor. “This heat. So smooth and wet and fucking perfect.”

Another whimper left my lips.

“Give me more.” Shep slid a third finger inside. They moved in and out, completely unhurried.

“Shepard,” I breathed.

“Don’t know what’s better, those little sounds or my name on your lips as you beg.”

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