Page 26 of Luck of the Draw

A devilish smile stretched the corners of her pink lips, causing sweet little dimples to tug her smooth, fair cheeks. She stood up on the mattress, one foot on each side of his legs, and she towered over him with her hands on her hips like Wonder Woman. “Is that your way of saying, ‘I showed you mine, now you show me yours?’”

“Yes,” he said matter-of-factly.

Skye laughed, doing one little bounce before she bounded off the bed, crossed the room, and then switched off the lights. The entire room was now bathed in nothing but pale, blue moonlight from the tall windows that overlooked the courtyard.

He smiled. “So, you like it in the dark.”

“It’s not that dark, but yes,” she said coyly as she crawled back onto him, bracing her body above his, but not allowing them to touch. “Don’t you know that when one of your senses is compromised, the rest are heightened?”

“Mmmm…” Brennan drew his hands up the sides of her thighs and tugged at the hem of the camisole again to remind her where they left off. “I like the way you think.”

“You’re really insistent about me removing this thing.” Skye slipped off her sweater and dropped it on the floor, then pulled off the camisole and tossed it at his face.

He picked it up and spun it in a circle before flinging it across the room while a wide grin stretched across his face. “You are adorable as hell, darlin’.”

Skye smashed her palms on the cups of her bra, creating little, smooth mounds of cleavage that rose above her hands, and lifted up on her knees between his thighs. She bounced again. “Does that mean you don’t mind that I’m totally flat-chested?”

“Take that thing off and get down here.” His grin persisted, and he caught his bottom lip between his teeth. “I’ll show you exactly how much I like your allegedly flat chest.”

Skye giggled, but she didn’t remove the bra. This adorable, sexy creature obviously came to play. She stood back up and peeled off her jeans, expertly balancing on one leg and then the other. The slight muscles of her obliques rippled in the blue moonbeam. Brennan’s eyes undressed her as she undressed herself, and his cock strained against his trousers.

“So, honey.” His gaze lingered on her taut waistline and the toned muscles of her slender, shapely legs. “Are you a ballerina?”

Tinkling laughter pealed from Skye’s full, pink lips as she kicked off her jeans and threw them on the floor. “What?”

“Well, darlin’, you won’t tell me anything about you, so I have to guess.” He grabbed her ankle and tickled her calf. “You have really good balance. You’re in damn good shape, too, albeit slender. So, I’m guessing that you’re a ballerina.”

“You’re commenting on my weight, Brennan.” She unfastened the bra with one hand, crossed her arm over her chest to block his view, and then coquettishly dangled the bra over the edge of the bed. She swung it back and forth before dropping it on the floor next to the bed. “Naughty, naughty boy.”

He lifted his palms and gestured at his naked torso. “You commented on mine first. Fair game.”

Skye began bouncing as she held her small breasts with both palms. “Fair game, indeed. And no, I am not a ballerina.”

“Well,damn,” he grunted. “Get down here already.”

“Nope!” She hopped off the bed long enough to turn her back to him and retrieve the tie. She turned back around with it strategically held across her nipples, shuffling on her knees back on top of him, and then she planted her perfect little ass on his chest. “So, this thing is silk?”

“Sure is.” Brennan drew his index finger up her navel and under the edge of the tie, attempting to pull it away. “Feel good, sweetheart?”

She slid it from side to side, and her nipples hardened underneath, rising in small, hard peaks. “Mmmm…it does.” She loosened it slightly, but not enough to expose herself, and continued to slide the silk tie back and forth. “It feels so good I might actually get myself off like this.”

He licked his lips and pulled them between his teeth. God damn, she was so fucking beautiful in the moonlight. He slid his hand down her navel until he reached her panties. The sheer black fabric allowed him to see exactly what kind of haircut she was sporting below. A tidy little landing strip that he couldn’t wait to trace with his tongue. He rubbed his thumb up and down the thin, damp fabric between her thighs. “You think so?”

Her breath hitched, and he switched to rubbing circles, locating her tender, swollen bud through the fabric, and she whimpered. “Unh…yes.”

He rubbed more slowly. “I don’t believe you.”

She lifted her ass off his chest and began slowly rolling her hips against his thumb, still sliding the tie across her nipples. Brennan slipped his fingers under the sheer strip of fabric, and she gasped and dropped her head backward. The tie slipped down, exposing one erect nipple, and he slid his between her wet, warm folds.

“Don’t start slacking now, sweetheart,” he said, thumb gliding up and down her slit. “I think I’m doing all the work.”

“God, Brennan.” She fumbled to readjust the tie and switched to slowly drawing it from side to side as she bit her bottom lip. “You’re torturing me.”

“You can handle it.” He circled faster, and her breath grew shallow and rapid. “That’s right. There you go. I want to see you come, Skye.”

She abruptly dropped the tie and grabbed his hand, pulling it away from her. “I think I’m getting ahead of myself again.” Leaning forward, Skye pressed her naked breasts against his bare chest. “It would be so rude of me to come before I’ve done anything for you.”

Brennan clasped her waist with both hands and then slid them to her back, tracing his fingers along her spine, all the way from the nape of her neck to the small of her back. “Ladies first.”

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