Page 101 of Escape

His hand pressed in firmly against my abdomen as his mouth moved along the side of my neck. After allowing his lips to linger there a bit, he turned his head, burying his face in my hair, and inhaled deeply.

I reached my hands back and sunk my fingertips into his outer thighs, my back arching slightly and my ass pressing firmly into his groin.

Huck groaned. “Are you sure, honey?”

I’d never been more sure about anything in my life. “Yes, Huck. Please. Let’s not deny ourselves from having this any longer.”

Huck’s arm that had been draped across the upper part of my torso drifted down my body, his large hand splayed across the top part of my chest. It wandered down toward my breast, my body aching to feel that intimate touch.

An instant later, his palm covered one of my breasts and gently squeezed the flesh. “Oh, God,” I moaned, squirming against him.

I knew it.

I knew it wasn’t going to take much for me to lose all sense of myself and become a mess of desire and lust and need.

But it felt good.

We hadn’t removed more than our shoes, and it was already better than anything I could have hoped for it to be.

Huck’s other hand traveled up my body until both of my breasts were in his hands. I continued to writhe against him, loving the feel of him hard against me.

“Huck, please,” I begged.

In a flash, he released his hold on me, and as I surged forward on a desperate cry, he brought his hands to the back of my dress. “I’m not going to deny you, Josie. Fuck, I don’t think I could if I tried.”

Relief swept through me, even as I balled my hands into fists and anticipated him getting me out of my dress. Either I was too worked up or Huck was a master at delaying gratification, because it felt like he was moving at a turtle’s pace as he unzipped my dress.

But as I felt his knuckles brush gently against the skin on my back, I realized I might have been wrong. Maybe it wasn’t about delayed gratification at all. Maybe it was about teasing and building me up even more than I already was.

Because with each featherlight stroke of his knuckles against my skin, I squeezed my legs together even tighter.

And when Huck spoke, he proved that was precisely what he was doing. I could hear the amusement in his tone when he said, “You seem frustrated.”

“I never thought you would want to restrain yourself so much,” I panted.

He got the dress fully unzipped, brought his hands to the straps at my shoulders, and slid them down my arms until the weight of the dress had it pooling at my feet. Then, as I stood there with my back to him in nothing but a sexy bra and panties, he shared, “I’ve waited all these years for you, honey, and you’re already way better than I ever thought you would be.” He stepped close, the material of his suit rough against my bare skin. After resting his hands lightly on my hips, he added, “I’m going to give you everything you want tonight. I promise I’m not going to stop until you know that your body and your heart were only ever meant to be loved and worshipped.”

My lips parted, a wave of anticipation and excitement rolling over me.

Huck spun me around, captured my mouth with his, and held me close to him. I’d already known how his kisses affected me. This one was no different. It was possessive and hungry. It was claiming.

And the moment his tongue slipped past my lips and explored my mouth, dancing and dueling with my tongue, I felt a wave of that same hunger and possessiveness move through me.

Suddenly, I needed to have more of him.

I began tearing at his clothes, pushing the suit of his jacket down his arms before loosening his tie around his neck.

One of Huck’s hands drifted down over my ass and squeezed as he pulled me in tight against his erection and forced a groan up his own throat.

I’d been frantically opening the buttons on his dress shirt and squirming against him, all while refusing to lose the connection between our mouths.

But it eventually became too much at once, and I had no choice but to tear my mouth away, so I could focus my effort on the remaining buttons. The second I had the last one undone, I ripped the shirt open and yanked it down his arms.

Then I took a step back and gave myself half a second to take in the sight of his nearly naked body. Almost immediately, I felt another wave of desire move through me.

I wanted to touch him and taste him. I wanted to feel his warm skin and hard muscle beneath my fingertips. I wanted to be wrapped in his strong and comforting embrace as much as I wanted to feel his hands roaming over every inch of my body.

I bit down on my bottom lip, stepped forward again, and touched my fingertips to his naked torso. They traveled lightly across his pecs and down his abdomen. When they made their way to the front of his pants, I made quick work of the belt, button, and zipper there. Once I urged his pants down over his ass and thighs, ultimately pooling at his ankles, the both of us stood there in our underwear, staring at one another.