Page 119 of The Breaking Pointe
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“I felt restricted,” he says lowly. “I thought it might feel better to have nothing on,” he adds, watching me.
Letting go of the belt, I follow up by pulling the rest of his shirt out from its tuck.
“Yeah?”Iraisemyeyebrowslightly.
He nods, biting his lip as he grabs his boxers, adjusting them.“Yeah,” he says, assessing my entire body with his gaze.
“Why are you looking like that? Don’t make that face. It’s like…like you’re on demon time,” I say, seeing him begin to give me a smug look.
“Maybe I am,” he confirms, shuffling closer.“You just look so goddamn good…I can’t help it.”
I roll my eyes, remembering the obvious.He’s wasted,and everything looks better when you’re wasted.
“Okay, and you are just so goddamn drunk.So I’ll say thank you,” I lift myself on my toes and kiss his nose, “and walk away.” I giggle, pulling away.
Turning around, I only get a few steps out of the bathroom just to be stopped by his embrace on my waist.
“Alright, what’s your point?” he questions me, pushing himself against my backside.“You’d still be fine as hell even if I were sober and blind,” he says amorously, kissing my shoulder then my neck.
“Cole…” I murmur, closing my eyes briefly, “I have to get my heels off. I wanna get comfortable, too.” I open my eyes again, letting him hang onto me as we waddle to the bed.
“I like ‘em.Leave ‘em on.”He chuckles, squeezing my sides as he feels for the zipper on my dress.
“I couldn’t possibly wear these any longer.” I shake my head, turning around to face him as my legs run into the bed. “My legs and feet are sore. Thanks to years and years of dancing,” I admit, holding onto him as he bumps into me, squeezing me tighter as we both lose our footing and fall onto the bed.
One of his hands fall flat on the bed, stopping himself from nearly crushing me, while the other never lets me go, and gets to feel my belly full of laughter.
“My bad.” He chuckles, rubbing my sides and slipping his finger into the dress, tapping on my bare skin.
“See?You can’t even stand,” I tease him, wrapping my arms around his neck.“You’re just a big bruiser.Tossing me on the bed. I’m fragile, you know?”
His brows raise as he looks down at me, sitting up and lifting the cream-white turtleneck over his head before tossing it on the floor.
“I’m so sorry, angel. Lemme make it better?” he requests, finding the zipper on my side and finally undoing it, loosen- ing the dress.
Trailing my sight down to his belt, I can already see him getting hard behind his dress pants. Growing by the second, probably.
I want it.
“How exactly would you do that, Mr.Kennedy?”I innocently implore, lifting my legs to his chest.
“Simple.I’ll start by doing this…” He grabs my ankles, kissing each leg as he unstraps one shoe, slipping it off. Sharing glances with his every move, I watch as he unstraps the other, dropping both shoes on the floor. As they thump against the wood, he wastes no time to grab my dress, softly pulling on it.
“I like that.”I nod.
“Good,” he breathes. “What about this?” he asks, watch- ing the dress slip down to my hips and across my legs as he lifts them over his shoulder, taking it all the way off.
Instantly, my nipples harden at the semi-cold air touching my naked body.
Leaving me only in my panties.
He exhales through his mouth, licking his lips as his hand drags to his bulging groin.His hand palms onto it as he clutches onto it, firmly.
“I’m trying to behave myself, but I don’t think I can anymore,” he keens, chuckling softly. The color of his face starts to burn red as he runs his hand through his hair, looking at my breasts and then my face.
“I can see that.”I return his look of hunger, sitting up and takinghishandbeforepushingitbehindhisback.“Letme
