Page 50 of Silver Seconds (Tempted in Texas)

Pleasure grips me in a way I haven't felt in so long.

As our lips move against each other, he wraps my hair around his fist, using his grip to angle my head exactly where he wants me.

I run my hands down his back, gripping his shirt. Beneath it, I can feel his muscles, warm and tight. He feels tense. He wants this as badly as I do. And as he presses his tongue against my lips, encouraging them to part, I feel his thick erection against my thigh.

I'd forgotten how powerful this feel.

To make a man hard, desperate. To turn him into a wild animal.

I moan into his mouth.

He takes the hint and lifts me up to sit me on the back of the couch, our lips never parting as we move. Our tongues continue to dance, my hands on either side of his head, my fingers running through the little silvery hair at the base of his skull.

His hands leave my waist and he yanks off his belt. He tosses it to the floor before unbuttoning his pants and climbing out of them, tossing those away too.

Then, he fists his cock through his underwear. “See what you fucking do to me, baby?”

I pull his hips closer to me, his hardened erection bumping against me as I wrap my legs around him. My fingers find the buttons of his shirt and tug them open slowly, exposing his wonderful chest to my waiting eyes and hungry hands.

The shirt goes to the floor too. I run my hands across his chest and follow his muscles to the base of his stomach, my fingertips dipping beneath the elastic of his underwear.

He grabs my wrists, keeping me from freeing him completely.

"You said I could have anything I wanted," I whine softly.

"You can," he says. He steps back, eyeing me up and down. "But first I want to see you. All of you.”

As if hypnotized, I remove the clip from my hair, letting my curls fall across my shoulders. Reaching back further, I fumble for the zipper of my dress.

I tug at the zipper, but it hardly budges. With a bashful smile, I gesture to it. "I'm having a bit of trouble," I say.

Brett chuckles in that familiar way of his, then crooks a finger toward me. “Come here, gorgeous.”

I walk around the couch, and he grabs the zipper. As the zipper slides down inch by agonizing inch, Brett plants kisses along my shoulders and down my back.

Even such a simple touch as this sends my head spinning. As he goes further down, my back arches at his touch, shivers of pleasure running through me.

I hop off the couch and take the dress off completely and the slip. But as I start to wrestle with my pantyhose, Brett holds up a hand to stop me. “I want to do this part.”

Taking me by my upper arms, he guides me around the couch and lays me down across it on my back. Then, sitting by my feet, he reaches up and plays with the waist of the pantyhose just like I did with his underwear.

He tugs them slowly down, kissing his way down my leg as he goes. Each time his fingers touch the newly exposed skin of my thighs, it leaves a tingle behind. My back arches again, my hips twisting. Needing him inside me.

Finally, he slips my pantyhose completely off and then takes a moment to admire me.

Out of habit, I wince a little and fold my arms over my stomach.

“No, don’t hide from me,” he murmurs, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head. “I want to see every inch of you."

A gasp leaves my mouth and this is all the encouragement he needs. His breath picks up as he kisses me, his lips moving down my chest.

His tongue begins to flick at my hard nipple, and each lash of his tongue sends pulses of pleasure coursing through my body.

And then, just as I begin to writhe beneath him, he bites it.

I see stars, moaning wantonly.

I love that Brett knows exactly what he's doing to me. It’s like he can read my mind and knows exactly what I want.

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