Page 171 of Champagne Fizz

“No,” I admit, and now it’s my turn to blush. “Maybe I’ve been wearing this t-shirt under my clothes for several days.”

“Are you kidding?” Suddenly, there’s a naked Kendall on top of me, ripping off my button-up and running her hands all over my chest. “Are you telling me you’ve been dressing up as Clark KentandSuperman for a week?” she squeals. “And I didn’t know about it?”

“Well, eventually you were going to start undressing me and find out.” I grab her by the waist and tickle, launching into a full-fledged attack. She writhes and laughs as my hands roam her sinful body.

“Wait, wait!” she pants, getting the upper hand for a second and staring down at me with an inquisitive eye. “Did you say you’ve been wearing thesamet-shirt all week? That’s kind of gross.”

“I thought you liked me dirty?” I ask, using my weight to flip her over onto her back. Now I’m the one with the advantage.

“Dirty mind,” Kendall clarifies, laughing. “Not dirty laundry.”

“Okay, fine,” I say, lifting up and tearing the Superman t-shirt off me completely. “How’s this?” I look down, and Kendall is silent, her eyes tracing over my naked chest.

“Mmmmmm, wow,” she nods like she might take a bite out of my shoulder because I look so tasty. “I definitely prefer this.”

She reaches up and traces the lines of my abs with a finger, making me grunt at how soft and delicate it is. Damn,she’salso soft and gorgeous—and naked—under me now.

“You’re beautiful,” I say, and her eyes catch mine as her fingers continue to play.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Kent,” she says, a sly smile hitching her lip.

I pull off my glasses and look down at her again, even blurry she’s perfect.

“Who am I without the glasses or the spandex—” I ask, but Kendall moans softly, interrupting.

“Ooooh, will you wear spandex next time?” she asks, her fingernails digging into my abs. “Pretty, pretty please?”

“You want me in a full Superman suit?”

“Well …” She smiles, batting her lashes. “I think I’d prefer you in a fullbirthdaysuit, but I’m open to some roleplay spandex action.”

“You’ve yet to get me in my full birthday suit,” I point out.

“My, my,” she replies, pretending to be offended. “I’m sorry, Mr. Callahan”—she emphasizes my last name—“let’s correct that unfortunate mishap.”

Her hands fly to my belt, but I snatch them before she can do anything. I take both her arms and stretch them above her head, lacing my fingers through hers as I gaze down at the beauty beneath me.

Her breath deepens as I take her in.

“I love you,” I say, before leaning forward and kissing her softly.

“You love me naked,” she jokes.

“It makes me love you more,” I agree.

Her legs wrap around my hips and we melt into the heat of our chests fusing together, my weight pressing her into the bed of rose petals. We kiss deeply for a long time with her stretched beneath me, feeling the rhythm of our breath and our bodies against one another.

“Hold on,” I whisper in her ear, letting go of her hands. “I want us both naked.”

“Finally,” she teases, but there’s a hitch of uncertainty in her breath.

Our eyes catch and I kiss her softly for encouragement. “Your pace, okay?” I assure her, and she nods tentatively.

“Okay.”

I push back, and drag my mouth down her body—slowly, exploring the valley between her breasts, grazing the soft skin of her stomach, and dropping to the mound between her legs. She whimpers as my lips hover just above her sex. I can smell her arousal—but I don’t taste it. Instead, I watch her breath rise and fall as she settles into the idea that I can be this close to her without her overheating.

Then I lower myself to her thighs and knees, until I’m off her completely and standing at the foot of the bed. Now it’s my turn to do a strip tease while she’s watching.

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