Page 46 of Torrid Passion
“You’ve had fantasies about me, gorgeous?”
“I take the fifth.”
We both grin like fools.
“Just in case it’s not clear yet, I’ve had so many fantasies about you over the last three years, I could shoot a full-length X-rated movie.”
“I’m flattered.”
“Strip for me,” I order.
She dances from one foot to the other.
I sit on the bed and wait patiently.
She’s still unsure.
“We can do this dressed up, but it’s a hell of a lot more fun naked,” I say.
Slowly, she unzips her skirt and pushes it down to her ankles before stepping out of it.
“I need help with the blouse,” she says.
I wave her over. “Turn around.”
She does.
I lower her zipper, revealing her luminous skin. I pull the fabric over her head and toss it; it lands on a chair near the window.
I’m ill prepared for this moment.
The woman is as sexy from the front as she is from the back.
And don’t get me started on her spank-worthy ass.
Damn.
Unable to contain myself, I lean forward and drop a soft kiss in the middle of her back, right below the strap of her hot pink lace bra. Her skin is silky smooth. Add to that the subtle floral scent of her perfume and I have to talk myself out of embarrassing myself in my pants.
She shivers and lets out a dick-twitching sigh.
I grab her by the waist, pulling her close. I allow my lips to travel along her skin as my hands grope her full tits and she moans for me again.
Impatient, I unhook her bra, slide it down her arms and fling it over my head.
I spin her around.
Time stops.
Or maybe my heart.
She looks like a goddess.
“Your tits are fucking amazing.”
“Okay, you’re going to make me blush,” she admits.
“I’m just telling it like it is. I’m going to love having those in my mouth.”
