Page 31 of On Her Terms
She slowly turns my way. My gaze leaves her face to take in her body, but not before I notice the way she’s playfully nibbling her bottom lip.
“What does that mean?” she asks.
It means damn.
I take a fast breath, barely able to fill my lungs. “You wore this for me?” I ask. I touch the lacy strap on her sexy white camisole and as my chest constricts I note the tiny buttons lining the length of the outfit. It must have taken her forever to fasten. I don’t have that kind of patience, and this lace is going to bear the brunt of that.
She shifts from one foot to the other. “Do you like it?”
The air around me grows thin, and it feels as if time has suddenly stopped as I slowly lift my gaze to hers. “Did you wear it for me, Brianna?” I ask again, my voice a bit deeper than it was moments ago.
She stiffens, and her lashes flash rapidly over wide eyes. “Yeah. Why? Don’t you like it?” she asks, her words coming out fast, a hint of worry behind them as she plays with the top button on her camisole. That little nervous gesture, combined with her vulnerability, softens something inside me. I reach out, take her hands in my palms and carefully place them at her side.
I shake my head. “Don’t ever cover up with me,” I say, my pulse beating double time against my throat as I struggle to wrap my brain around the fact that she purposely wore sexy lingerie tonight.
“But—”
“I thought you said you wouldn’t wear lingerie for me. You seemed pretty adamant about it.”
She works to give a casual shrug like she’s trying to pass this off as nothing. But it’s not nothing. Not to me, anyway. Her dark lashes fall and she flicks a shaky glance around the staff room. The nervous laugh that rises in her throat massages my aching cock.
“Must be the mountain air.” She taps her head. “Messing with my ability to make rational decisions.”
I run my hand down her arm, and a shiver racks her body. “Am I an irrational decision, then?”
“Yes... No... I...I don’t know...” Her words fall off as I shape her sexy curves and press my fingers into her hips for leverage as I push my cock against her, letting her know, in no uncertain terms, what she does to me.
“You don’t take me as the type to make irrational decisions,” I say, putting my mouth close to her ear, mainly so I can breathe her in.
“I have. A time or two,” she answers, and beneath the lust there is real regret in her voice.
“Haven’t we all,” I say, to let her know she’s not alone. Truthfully, what I’m doing here with her right now isn’t rational or smart, yet here I am, unable to keep my hands off her. One hard nipple pops through the lace, and I brush my thumb over it.
I inch back and take a long, leisurely inspection of her lingerie, even though I’m dying to rip it from her body. “Did you know white lace is my favorite?”
“No.” She looks down, her gaze sliding over the lace. “I just thought it was so pretty.”
When her gaze lifts, meets mine, I catch the heat backlighting her baby blues. “You bought this recently, then?”
“When I went shopping with Summer.”
I stand there for a moment longer, my pulse pounding in my ears. Brianna bought this for me. “You know you’re the sexiest woman on the planet, right?”
She curls into herself, an insecure gesture that reminds me of the young schoolgirl from Oxford—before she came to me with liquid courage that one night.
“You don’t have to say that,” she murmurs.
“I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.” I touch the buttons lining the camisole, desperate to show her just how beautiful she really is. “I hope you didn’t pay a lot for this.”
Her shoulders tighten. “You don’t like it, do you? Oh God, I shouldn’t have—” Her words turn into a gasp when I grip the lingerie and tear it wide open. The buttons pop, scatter to the floor and then roll away.
“Yes, you should have,” I say and then bend to take her nipple into my mouth. I suck her in, revel in the honeyed flavor of her skin. “You d
efinitely should have,” I say around a mouthful of pink sweetness. Her body relaxes and her hands go around my head as I indulge in her pebbled hardness. “And I’ll replace this.”
“You don’t have to,” she whimpers. “I bought it for you.”
As her words touch something inside me and squeeze around my heart, it urges me on, and in this moment I want nothing more than to give her everything her body needs. I devour her, unable to get enough as I swirl my tongue over her firm bud until she’s practically crying with need. Eager to taste all of her, mark every inch of her body, I sink to my knees and grip the lace on her panties. One quick tug, I tear them away from her hips and she gasps, not from surprise but from excitement, judging by the way she’s trembling beneath my touch.