Page 60 of Her Braun
Gibson normally had steady hands, but he had a feeling her zipper wasn’t going to be like the kind he had on his jeans.
Probably not even the thinner version on his fitted slacks.
He stepped back from the wall and set her down on her feet. Gibson lifted one arm and slid his other hand down her side. He knew that the zipper wasn’t there, but he liked the feeling of caressing her side. The lack of any sort of bump under the fabric made him smile. Stepping to her other side, he lifted her arm and saw the slightly darker line along the seam of her dress. His fingers grasped the pull and drew it down.
The naked flesh he revealed sent his heart into overdrive.
It was just the sleek flesh of her side, but it was enough.
It gave him the first sight of what he’d fantasized about.
The first taste across his tongue as his mouth watered and he bit into the inside of his cheek.
Gibson had it on his tongue to ask her what was next, but he didn’t need to ask.
Kay lifted a hand to her opposite shoulder and slipped the strap down toward her arm. She repeated the gesture on the other side and when she lowered her arm to her side, the dress slid down. It paused slightly near the tips of her breasts and then fell toward her hands.
It was pure temptation to watch the way her clothes gave way to show him the pure, earthly beauty of the woman before him.
There was just one item of clothing left on her body.
The delicate pair of panties, where the elastic hugged the rise of her hips, was nearly the same shade as her dress, dark against her pale skin.
He lifted his hands to the buttons on his shirt. “Sit on the bed, Kay. Just the edge.”
Gibson tried to keep his hands steady as he freed the buttons, yanking when he should have been easier on them. He tugged the ends of his shirt from his pants and opened the button at his waist only to ignore the zipper as he pushed them down to his thighs.
The soft tearing sound didn’t bother him in the least, but he could see the way Kay reacted to it.
Her eyes opened wider, and her cheeks flushed with color.
The normal ivory tone of her skin made her look even more like peaches and cream than he’d seen earlier.
He drew one foot closer to the other and as he toed off his oxfords, his pants fell over his ankles until it was just his feet covered by his pants. The wool fell away as he lifted one foot and then the other to remove his socks, but he waited until he was standing tall before her to reach for the waistband of his boxer briefs.
He knew how hard he was, the tent at the front of his clothes and the darker wet spot at the tip of his cock were easy to see.
A quick look at Kay told him she wasn’t just curious about him; she was desperate to know.
He loved the way she leaned forward, her hands on her knees and her arms, squeezed tightly against her sides lifting her breasts and pressing them closer together.
Gibson caught her attention as he stretched the waistband open to avoid snagging his cock. He watched her face as the fabric gave way to leave him naked before her.
He got down on his knees before her and grinned. The bed was a little lower than most and she still only had the tips of her toes on the carpet. “The perfect height,” he chuckled.
Before she could say a word, he reached up to cup her face in his hands and pulled her forward.
They kissed.
No, that was entirely too passive of a phrase to describe what they did.
He held her against him, her breasts against his chest, his tongue tangling with her own, the heat of the inside of her thighs coming very near to branding him as hers.
His kisses traveled under her chin, along the length of her neck, dipped into the hollow at the base of her throat.
The taste of her skin was magic against his tongue. The hint of salt only made the taste of her skin even more intoxicating.
He felt her hands slip into his hair, her fingertips making gentle furrows where they traveled.
