A Perfect Fit(5)

 

 

 

“What did you mean, ‘I have a lot to learn?’”

 

 

 

“I’ll show you after you put some clothes on.”

 

 

 

After years of modeling, Marissa was used to being in various states of undress around people. It came with the business, and she was very comfortable in her own skin. The minute she’d entered her dressing room she’d kicked off her heels and removed the sheer thigh length shirt.

 

 

 

“I am wearing clothes.”

 

 

 

If eyes could strip, she’d be naked right now. “If you insist, ma’am.”

 

 

 

His gaze dropped to her breasts, which Marissa knew were all but spilling out of the tight corset. Then she remembered the hard-on pressed against her during their struggles. Had she known then what she knew now, she might have had a little fun with him. The thought of his dick sliding into her cock-starved pussy caused her nipples to tighten into painful peaks of arousal. Then incredibly, her clit began to tingle.

 

 

 

Damn! This was new. She’d never reacted sexually to a man this fast before, and especially to a stranger. But looking at Beau, Marissa knew immediately that he was different. Instant attraction? She shrugged inwardly. It was possible. Or so her sister insisted. Dani had met and married Rob after only knowing him a week. And they’d been together eight years and three kids now.

 

 

 

By the time Beau met her eyes there was a warm lazy look in his that told Marissa he liked what he was looking at, too. A lot. A fact backed up by the still present bulge behind his zipper. The fact that he wanted her fueled her desire out of bounds. It also gave her a naughty idea. How strong was this Texan’s will power? It was crazy, but she suddenly had the overwhelming urge to test him.

 

 

 

“Well, before I can get dressed, I have to undress.” Normally Marissa would have called for an assistant. She sashayed up to Beau. “I need help, cowboy. Can you please unlace me so I can get out of this thing?” She presented her back to him, then lifted her hair out of the way and waited, holding her breath. She had to admit, the thought of his eyes roaming over her body made her hot.

 

 

 

There was the slightest of hesitations before she heard his low drawl, “Yes ma’am.”

 

 

 

Warm breath tickled the fine hairs at the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She felt the graze of his knuckles against her flesh, and was surprised at how proficiently his fingers worked at undoing the laces that held her corset closed. It wasn’t long before Marissa felt the bodice give way, and then she was able to take in a deep breath again. When she felt Beau’s hands at the small of her back, she knew he was almost done. Then he sucked in his breath, and hesitated. Marissa smiled, knowing why.

 

 

 

“Is that an order, darlin?” His tone seemed a little raspy.

 

 

 

He was referring to the tattoo she had across the top of her buttocks. Fuck me hard and fast. She’d done it on a dare. Realizing where his gaze was turned her hotter.

 

 

 

The vixen inside her prompted her into leaning closer to him. She glanced over her shoulder and made eye contact. “More like a…suggestion.” Their gazes held. Marissa couldn’t believe how brazen she was acting. But she was suddenly horny beyond belief, and something about this big Texan got her juices flowing.

 

 

 

A tick appeared in his clean-shaven jaw. “Something tells me you like shocking people Miss Lambert.”

 

 

 

Miss Lambert? So he was determined to keep it business between them. His way of remaining professional. Interesting. She was more determined than ever to break down his self-control, and as his hands continued what they were doing Marissa let her hair fall.

 

 

 

“Almost done?”

 

 

 

“You’ll know when I’m done,” he growled.

 

 

 

It sounded like a threat but she detected the rough passion in his tone. Then she felt his hands return to her waist, just above the flare of her hips. Nostrils flaring like a wild animal catching the scent of his mate, the look in his eyes darkened. He looked edgy, even dangerous. She smiled knowingly and turned back around.

 

 

 

Will he take the bait? Marissa hoped so. There was something wicked and hot about letting the moment compel you into doing it with a stranger. Deep down she knew it was wrong, and careless. But she refused to listen to reason.

 

 

 

I don’t want to listen to reason! I want him to ravish me. To strip me naked and fuck me hard and fast.