Page 29 of Bad Boy for Hire
And again.
He slipped the chain strap of her purse off her wrist and set it next to his keys. Then he smoothed his hands over her shoulders, down her arms. Keeping his eyes on hers, he kissed each of her hands, pleased when she simply watched him, a curious half-smile on her face.
“I really like this dress.” He gripped her waist and squeezed gently. “But you have this golden-yellow romper. Off the shoulder. Super short shorts.” He caressed her curves, down to the tops of her hips and back up to just under her breasts. Her mouth opened as she sucked in a breath—hopefully because she was so turned on, she couldn’t stand it. “It’s my favorite thing you’ve ever worn.”
“I haven’t worn that in a while.”
His voice was rocky when he said, “I know.”
She moved his hands to her breasts, pressing them there. He thumbed her nipples over the material of her dress. When her mouth dropped open in pleasure, his hard-on stirred to life. It hadn’t been far behind this evening, and now that they were alone, he didn’t have to hide it.
She shot her tongue into his mouth, warm and eager. He unzipped the back of her dress and slid it off her arms. Semi-sheer gray lace encased two of the most beautiful nipples he’d ever laid eyes on, dark in color and visible through the material.
He pulled the lace aside and dropped his head, suckling one nipple into his mouth. She moaned in his ear, her short nails raking along his scalp. His cock entered steel-rebar territory.
He shifted his attention to her other nipple.
“Yes,” she breathed. Followed by “Xavier.”
A thrill of desire shot up his spine like the lit fuse on a stick of dynamite. He gathered a fistful of her dress and dragged the backs of his knuckles along her bare thigh. “Might ask you to keep these boots on.”
“Sounds good to me.”
She trusted him. Which made him feel ten fucking feet tall.
He bent at the knees, slid his hands down her back, and cupped her round ass. “Lace bra, lace panties,” he said as he walked her backward toward the stairs. “Is this your usual, or were you planning on showing them to me tonight?”
“Sexy underwear makes me feel sexy.”
Which didn’t answer his question.
“You make everything look sexy.” He’d let her have the out. She was here, she was toying with the collar of his shirt, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She could say whatever she wanted, and he wouldn’t argue.
“Upstairs.” He released her.
She turned, gathered her dress in both hands, and clomped up the steps in her heavy boots. When he caught up to her—not hard to do since he was taking the stairs two at a time—she was lingering at the mouth of his bedroom.
He took in the image—undressed to her waist save that see-through bra, the skirt of her dress bundled in her hands, the boots, and her teeth gently resting on her bottom lip. Moonlight streamed in from the windows and skylight, highlighting her curves and curls.
May, moonlit and flushed, looking at him like he was hers. He’d catalog this memory for eternity.
“Second thought.” He scooped her against him. “The boots gotta go.”
“I thought you liked my boots.” Her voice held a teasing lilt as she grabbed the placket of his shirt and towed him toward his bed.
“I love the boots,” he said. “But I want you completely naked. Now.”
Chapter Ten
She couldn’t agree more. She wanted him the same way.
Xavier helped her step out of her dress before unceremoniously tossing it onto a chair in the corner. May undid her bra and threw it aside. Then she hopped on one foot at a time while tugging at her cowboy boots.
Did she look overly eager?
Maybe, but who the hell cared?
Xavier unbuttoned his vest and threw it on top of her dress. His space was as tidy as it’d been the first time she’d seen his bedroom. His bed was made. No overflowing hamper or clothes on the floor. Impressive.
