The Arrangement Anthology 1(218)

Based on the look on Sean’s face, this body will never be old news. I like how he makes me feel. Goddesses would blush if he looked at them like that. Those blue eyes, that wicked smirk, and the way he’s so close but not close enough—Sean Ferro makes me totally crazy.

Sean kneels in front of me as he slowly slips my bottoms down over my thighs. He’s right in front of me, close enough to do all sorts of naughty things with his face right there. I’m utterly still as I shift my weight, foot to foot, and he pulls my panties off. Sean wads them in his hand and lifts them to his face before breathing in deeply. This time when his eyes flash upward, I can’t breathe at all. His look shoots through my body and into my core in a single, hot streak. Dirty thoughts fly through my mind without caution. I hope he grabs my ass hard and pulls the V at the top of my legs to his face, so he can lick me generously, from ass to clit. While he’s still on his knees, I picture him burying his face in my lower lips, licking and sucking my sensitive skin, driving his tongue deeper and deeper inside me, while he pulls my hips down hard, as if he can’t get enough. My entire body is trembling, watching Sean, waiting to see what he’ll do.

But the sexy man doesn’t do those things. Instead, he rises from the floor and reaches for me, taking my hands from my breasts. His eyes don’t lift from my chest, where my nipples are tightening into hard little nubs. Heart racing, I manage to stand there and let him stare, but the aching in my breasts—the desire to touch and be touched—worsens.

The way he’s breathing makes me yearn for his hands on my flesh. My skin is so sensitive, so ready to be felt, but Sean remains still, standing there looking at me like he’s never going to see my body like this again.

His eyes slip over every curve, memorizing all of me, until his chin tips up. “I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you, and it amazes me that you still try to cover yourself, like you don’t know how desirable and perfect your body truly is. Don’t hide from me, Avery. Not tonight. I won’t touch you. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

I can’t find my voice, so I nod, and get treated to a light smile. His eyes travel up and down my body again, and I wish they were his hands. Or his lips and that sinful tongue. Long, wet licks sound about right. I’m too tired to think and too lusty to stand there like I’m not. His eyes fixate on my right breast and I wonder if that’s his favorite. The question floating through my mind falls out of my mouth without much thought. “If you could lower your lips to any place on my body, but you only had one kiss, where would you choose?”

Sean looks at me through those dark lashes and smiles. “May I show you?”

The giddy part of me that’s turned into a lust ridden siren replies, “Yes.”

I wonder what he’s going to do, because Sean hesitates. His eyes drop to my nipples, one at a time, and then he steps back, looking me over. Sean circles me once, slowly, making my heart slam into my ribs even harder. The place between my legs is so hot, and throbbing hard. I want him so badly and I’m hoping he picks some place really racy to kiss me. His lips pressed between my thighs would be heaven. That mouth on my breast, sucking and teasing me into oblivion sounds delicious, too.

Sean stops in front of me and looks down into my face. Lowering his head slowly he presses his mouth to mine. The heat from his lips bursts into flames when the kiss connects. I want to grab his head with my hands and pull his hair, but I keep my hands plastered to my sides. This is his kiss and I want to see what he does, so I don’t move.

Sean kisses me again, gently pressing against me. Sean’s bottom lip catches mine and he nips me lightly before sliding his tongue over the seam of my mouth. I part my lips for him, but Sean doesn’t kiss me that way. It’s the most innocent, chaste kiss he’s ever given me. When Sean pulls away I nearly fall over. I rasp, like someone sucker-punched me, and stare at him.

He doesn’t explain what he did or why. Sean simply extends his hand and says, “Come on, Miss Smith. I need to clean you up and get you to bed.”

I slip my palm into his and follow him into the bathroom. He helps me into the shower, but doesn’t give me a washcloth or soap. “Rinse off and call me when you’re ready.”

“Ready for what?” My voice barely comes out.

Sean makes an amused sound as he tugs the curtain closed. Uh, I didn’t think I was funny just then, but okay.

I let the water pound my face and my back, but I’m strung so tight that I’ll never sleep, not now. Not with Sean here. After a few moments, I decide against giving myself a good time. With my luck, he’ll walk in on me and that would be completely mortifying. Doing it in front of someone is different than doing it on camera. There’s separation, and it didn’t feel as dirty. Maybe I should just go to sleep. I do want soap though, and a soft pillow sounds nice, especially if my loins simmer down, so I call him.