Page 47 of His Girl Hollywood

She blushed from the top of her head to her toes, unable to hide the pink flush that covered her body at his words.

He slid his hands once more through her open dress, around her back, and reached behind her to the clasp of her bra. He was kissing her neck, and he whispered in her ear, “Is this all right?”

“Yes,” she whispered.God yes.He undid her bra and gently peeled it away from her, kissing the tops of her breasts as he uncovered them.

“You even blush here.” He chuckled. He took the tip of one of her breasts into his mouth and sucked. She writhed against the wall in pleasure. In all her days of loving Don, she’d never thought it could be like this. It had been a schoolgirl’s idea of love, chaste and innocent. This was better. So much better. His ministrations continued as he moved to offer her other breast equal attention. His hands wandered to the open collar of her unbuttoned dress, and he pushed it back from her shoulders. She arched her back so that it would it fall gently down her arms and to the floor, pooling at her feet, as he finished removing her bra. His hands meandered to the edge of her girdle, dipping to find the plain edge of her panties beneath it. She strained unconsciously, pushing his hand lower, and he looked up at her with a wolfish smile. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“I don’t know if you remember this,” she huffed. “But I’m a fairly impatient person.” He chuckled and kneeled, gently tugging her girdle off her hips and down her legs. She stepped out of it, now standing before him in only her unbuttoned dress and her orchid-colored underwear, the one indulgence she permitted herself. He was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen, kneeling before her with his hair a tousled mess from where her fingers had gripped at it, his need for her evident in his tightly fitted pants, all tailored to meet his needs as a dancer.

She stretched, raising her arms above her, causing the pink tips of her breasts to rise. He groaned, and she smiled. “You like that?”

“I think you might kill me,” he retorted.

She looked down at him and giggled.God, how was this real? Would she wake up tomorrow and find it had all been a dream?But then he crawled toward her on his hands and knees and pressed his face into the space between her legs, slipping his tongue between the edge of her underwear and the skin beneath, and holy motherof God, there was no denying this was real. Real and better than anything she could have imagined. He’d breached all her defenses and she surrendered to his touch. She decided she could have her dream, if only for tonight.

He found her clit quickly and moved his hands to hold her underwear to the side to give himself better access. She was struggling to stand now, the wave of pleasure building inside her at such a rapid pace that her knees threatened to give out at any moment. “Let’s…” she huffed, her voice breathier than she’d ever heard it. “Let’s go to my bedroom.”

He drew his head back and licked his lips. A pool of warmth gathered in her, pleasure at the sight of him enjoying the taste of her. “I thought you’d never ask.”

He stood and placed his arms around her bottom, pulling her up so she could straddle him. She looked down into his eyes and was amazed at the pure, white-hot desire burning there. She kissed him as hard as she could muster, and he groaned as he carried her from the living room to the bedroom. She giggled as he knocked them into the wall, lost in their kiss.

“It’s over there.” She pointed down the tiny hallway, past her bathroom to the wooden door.

He kissed her as he walked the length of the hallway, not coming up for air as he kicked open the door to the inner sanctum of her bedroom. It was clean and neat like the rest of the house, a pale-purple chenille bedspread the only sign that this room belonged to a woman capable of grand romantic fantasies. Fantasies she was eager to enact on said bedspread. He gently laid her down across the bed, crawling onto his knees above her and pulling her underwear down her legs, dotting the inside of her thighs, the backs of her knees, and the tips of her toes with kisses until she lay completely naked before him.

He sat back on his heels and took her in, and she preenedbeneath his gaze. “If I’d known this was what I was missing, I would’ve come home sooner.”

This time she didn’t blush. But the words pierced her heart. It was what she’d spent a decade longing for, that Don would come home. To her. For her. She looked up at him, her eyelids heavy with desire.

He sighed. “You look so wanton right now.”

She smirked. “And you have on entirely too many clothes.”

He barked a laugh at that. Then, he reached for the hem of his knit shirt and pulled it over his head. He stood up and went to the closet.

“What on earth are you doing?”

He turned back, now holding a hanger he’d fished from the dark depths of her closet. “Hanging up my sweater.”

He was so matter-of-fact about it. It was infuriating. “At a time like this?”

He lifted a shoulder. “It’s a nice sweater.”

She rolled her eyes. Unbelievable. Hanging up his sweater in the midst of making love to her. He placed the hanger on the doorknob, and the sense that he was keeping something from her niggled at her once again. But she banished the thought quickly, eager to let no secrets, no regrets, no recriminations come between them, if only for tonight.

He turned back to her and smiled. He still had on an undershirt, which he yanked over his head with unnecessary force and threw onto the floor. “Happy now?” he asked, a devilish grin causing his scar to slice his dimple in two. His chest was strong, but lean, bearing the musculature of a dancer who had honed his body as his instrument.

She giggled. “Not quite,” she murmured. She gave him her best come-hither gaze, a face she had never thought to make in her life. “Come here.” He kneeled at the foot of the bed again and reachedfor his belt, seeming to know exactly what she was after. But she stopped him. “Wait…”

He gave her a queer look. But she answered him by sitting up and placing her hands over his. “I want to do it for you.” She could feel him stiffen with need at the words, and she fumbled with his belt buckle, desperate to unclasp it as quickly as possible. She pushed down his trousers and his underwear all together, gasping as his cock jutted forward, released from his clothing.

She felt bold in a way she never had before, with everything she had ever dreamed of here before her. She wrapped her hand around him and shivered with delight as the movement elicited a sharp hiss of pleasure from Don. She was already on her knees and couldn’t wait anymore, so she leaned forward and slowly licked the underside of his girth, enjoying the way his stomach muscles contracted with each long drag of her tongue. She swirled her tongue around the head before taking him into her mouth.

“Jesus, Lena.”

She laughed at his outburst, and he groaned as the hum of her laughter vibrated against him. She continued to work him in her mouth, locking eyes with him so she could study what he liked, what made him close his eyes because it was so intense. He had his hands on her shoulders, and she could see the ropy veins in his arms redden as he fought to control himself. But she wanted him to lose control. She wanted to be in charge, to claim some power in this dance that had always left her feeling on the back foot. She worked him faster, enjoying this more than she ever had, relishing the salty tang of his body in her mouth—so different from the clean, crisp scent of the rest of him.

She sucked and teased, refusing to slow down, and when he braced his arms against her and muttered, “Lena, I’m going to—” she sucked harder and let him come undone in her mouth.Then, she swallowed, sat up, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.