Page 41 of Highball and Chain

“Of course.” God, I wanted her, but this wasn’t the time or place to do it properly. We’d have to settle for another near miss. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and tugged her close. “This is such a beautiful dress. It would be a shame to wrinkle it.”

“I think we already did,” she whispered between placing soft kisses along my jaw.

Hands trembling, I eased the zipper down her back, until the strapless dress sagged, exposing her bare chest. If I died that very second, I’d have gone with a smile on my face. My God, she was stunning. “No bra?”

Her hands flew to her breasts. “Don’t need one.”

“Don’t cover these.” I pulled her hands away and captured her nipple with my lips.

Shanna made a sound somewhere between contentment and impatience. “That feels amazing.”

“Take the dress off.” I didn’t give a shit about wrinkling the fabric. I needed to see her gorgeous body.

“We can work around it.” She loosened my belt.

“Take it off, Shanna.”

“Why?” She tugged at my pants.

The need to run my hands over every inch of her bare skin overwhelmed me. I shifted my weight and set her on the seat. Kneeling in front of her, I eased the dress down her body. “Let me see you while I pleasure you.”

Shanna bit her lip, grinned, and burst out laughing.

Not exactly the reaction I’d hoped for. “Something funny?”

“‘Pleasure me’? Who says that?”

“Apparently, I do.” This woman would be the death of me.

She cupped my face. “Just hike up my skirt and do me.”

I sat back on my heels. “You don’t like oral?”

“I love oral, but we don’t have time for that. Nor do we have time to get totally naked.”

Is she kidding?I’d felt guilty for weeks that I’d gotten her off at the gala with a quick blow job—if there was such a thing as a female blow job. “We could skip the reception, get a room at the hotel…”

“I’m not missing my best friend’s reception because you refuse to give me a quickie.” She pulled her dress up and turned her back to me. “Zip me.”

“No.” I folded my arms. “Why must you be so difficult? At least, let me taste you.”

“There you go again with the cheesy romance novel lines.” She struggled with the zipper. “Goddammit, Lorenzo. Help me.”

“You have a filthy mouth.” I goaded her, but I enjoyed the way her eyes darkened and her fingers flexed as if she wanted to claw me.

“Yeah? And you’re a jerk. Zip my dress or I will walk out of this limo bare assed, naked.”

I knew better than to grin, but I couldn’t help myself. “Bullshit. You’d never give me the satisfaction of winning.”

“How do you figure that’s winning?” She brought new meaning to the expression if looks could kill.

Now, this is the sort of passion I could get used to. Arguing with Shanna was almost as much fun as foreplay. Almost.

“Because all I wanted was to see you naked.” I chuckled, motioning for her to turn around.

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