Page 245 of Dangerous Encore
My legs are still shaking withaftershocks.
Somehow, I get onmyfeet.
And I pull Kit'stieoff.
He slides out of his suitjacket.
I undo every one of hisbuttons.
"You looked so good in your suit." I drag my fingers down his torso. "I almost hate to takeitoff."
"No, youdon't."
"Okay, I don't." I cup him over his slacks. Fuck, I wantthat.Now.
"You look fucking amazing, baby." He traces the right strap of my dress. "You're avision."
"Yeah?"
He nods. "Perfect." He leans in to press his lips against mine. "My wife is a fuckingangel."
Every part of me gets warm at once. "My husband isirresistible."
He pushes his slacks to his feet and steps outofthem.
He pushes my dress off oneshoulder.
Then theother.
It falls to my waist, catching atmyhips.
Kit helps me shimmy outofit.
He wraps his armsaroundme.
We tumble onto the bed together, lips locked, limbs atangledmess.
I slide my tongue into hismouth.
Wrap my armsaroundhim.
Tug athishair.
He falls back ontohisback.
I push myself up, on topofhim.
There's so much in those soulfulbrowneyes.
Love. Need.Trust.
Desire.
I plant my hands on his shoulders, straddle him, bring my bodyontohis.
His tip strainsagainstme.
Fuck.
