She reminds me of Tessa, so I give in. I like Karen Leon. Leaving her husband seems to have made a huge difference.
And Tessa looks pleased. Even more so since her mom told us that motherfucker, Sean, has returned to England and won’t be bothering Tessa again.
If he ever dares come back, I’ll be waiting for him with my fists ready for hurting her.
I watch Tess gather the dishes from the table as I put the food leftovers into the fridge. A faint smile lingers on her lips. I close the fridge and just look at her, at the sexy way that red blouse clings to her curves, the jeans molding to the flare of her hips and long legs. Her cleavage dips as she reaches over the table to snag a glass, showing a hint of her lacy bra. Her hair spills over one shoulder, a heavy gold wave, showing off the pale line of her neck.
My body goes haywire, signals firing on every nerve ending. My cock hardens so fast it gets jammed sideways in my pants, so that I have to reach down and straighten it, and my insides clench with a force that almost drives me to my knees.
Instant ignition. Goddammit, I’ve behaved this whole evening. Enough.
When she straightens, a tower of dishes in her hands, I jump her. She squeals when I suddenly grab her around the waist, and I reach around her just in time to rescue the dishes and place them on the table.
“Leave them,” I growl in her ear and return my hands where they should be—on her breasts, pushing them together, making her moan. “This is more urgent.”
And I show her how urgent it is by pressing my hard-on against her delicious ass and pulling her to me until her back bows. My teeth graze the pulse on her neck.
“Dylan…” she moans my name. Her nipples are hard under the layers of fabric, pushing into my palms like pebbles. “Bedroom?”
“Right here,” I mutter, tugging on the silver hoop hanging from her ear. “We haven’t christened this room yet.”
She laughs, a soft exhale, and I flip her around to lick her smiling mouth. “Right here?” she whispers.
“Right here.” I suck on her lower lip, then pull away to look at her body from up close. “I’ve been fantasizing about it all fucking night. I want you on the table, naked, your legs around my back.”
“That’s specific,” she breathes as I push her down on the table.
“Very specific,” I agree. “With your hair loose, no make-up, no jewelry. Just dressed in your beautiful skin.”
She reaches up and unhooks the hoops from her ears. “Why?”
“Because.” I pull off her boots and let them fall to the floor, one by one. “You’re perfect the way you are.”
Her mouth quivers, then tilts up in a smile that makes her eyes shine. She places her earrings on the table as I unbutton her jeans and tug them off her shapely legs.
“All off?” she whispers, gripping the hem of her blouse. So sexy, lying on the table, her hair spread around her like sunshine.
“All off.” I watch her remove her blouse. Her bra pulls up, pushing her pretty tits together, and I lick my lips. Thirsty for her. Hungry. Famished.
She stretches back, only dressed in her panties and bra. They’re lilac lace, almost transparent, revealing as much as they’re hiding. The panties are small, barely covering the magical place between her legs, and her bra… It cups and pushes up her round breasts, and I’m hypnotized by the dark cleft between them.
“Oh, baby,” I murmur, not even sure what the hell I’m saying. “I’m the luckiest man on earth. You’re fucking hot. Hot as hell. Damn.”
She lifts herself up on her elbows, and damn if the position doesn’t make her tits look even more awesome, full, and threatening to spill from the lilac bra. Her nipples are peeking over the lace, and I reach up to touch them, making her suck in a sharp breath. I tease them with my thumbs, circling their hard tips, until she arches her neck, pushing her breasts into my hands.
The need to enter her, move inside her, is making me grit my teeth. To control myself, I bend over her and scrape my teeth over her breasts, then tease one, then the other with my tongue. Her breathing grows faster, harsher. She squirms and moans softly as I reach behind her and unclasp her bra, so I can take if off.
And when it’s off, she’s even sexier than before, if that’s fucking possible, the roundness of her tits making me want to nestle my hard-on between them and rock until I come.
“Shit.” I have to reach down and squeeze my dick, or else I’ll come in my pants right now. That fantasy will have to wait its turn. It’s just that I want to rub my cock on every part of her, mark her every way I can. Tell her she’s mine, as she should have been all this time.