barricade the door?” I asked. “James isn’t ruining our night this time.”
She smiled. “He knows. He won’t be leaving his room until morning.”
“Good.” I shrugged off my leather jacket and tossed it to the floor beside the bed. “What’s with the covers? You cold?”
She looked down at the covers she was clutching to her chest. “No. I put something on and now I feel self-conscious.”
“What is it?”
She shook her head. “It’s stupid. I’ve never worn anything like this.”
“Charlotte.” I sat down beside her and brushed away the hair that was hiding her face. “Let me see.”
Sighing softly, she slid the covers down past her breasts, revealing low-cut, lacy black lingerie. Her breasts were cupped behind the delicate fabric, the pink of her nipples showing through. My pulse picked up as I took her in.
I reached for the covers she had a death grip on and pushed them all the way down. She wore what looked like the sexiest slip I’d ever seen, the black satin below the lace begging me to touch her.
“Wow,” I breathed, meeting her eyes. “Stand by the bed so I can see all of you.”
Slowly, she slid out from beneath the covers and stood next to the bed, her expression nervous as she looked down at me. I sat on the edge of the mattress, raking my eyes over every inch of her.
“You’re beautiful,” I said, putting my hands on her hips. I couldn’t keep them still, though; there were too many places I wanted to touch her. I slid my hands down to her thighs, around to her curvy ass, which I squeezed just hard enough to elicit a moan.
I ran my hands lower, slowly trailing my fingertips over the backs of her thighs and then up, pushing up the sides of the satin nightie to reveal more bare skin. She pressed a hand over her stomach, her breath hitching nervously.
There was no way I’d let this goddess of a woman feel self-conscious about herself. I took her wrist and eased her hand aside, then resumed my slow unveiling of the prize I’d been waiting so long for: her body.
The swell of her stomach sent a jolt of arousal straight to my dick. Knowing I’d gotten her pregnant was unexpectedly hot. I ran a hand over her smooth skin and then kissed her belly softly.
She sucked in a breath and held on to my biceps as I kissed her slow and easy, my hands around her waist. I stood, my hands slowly moving up to her breasts, where I brushed my fingertips across the soft lace covering her nipples.
“I love your body,” I said, taking one of her hands and placing it on my rock-hard cock. “You feel that?”
The tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. “Yes.”
She wrapped her hand around my cock then and I groaned. It had been so damned long since anyone’s hand but my own had stroked me. And it had been worth the wait for the woman whose touch I fantasized about.
I cupped one breast and ran my thumb across her nipple until it hardened, and then I bent to kiss her through the lace.
“Oh.” It was half moan and half whisper. I took my time with her breasts until I’d gotten several more of those, only stopping when she unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down.
She shoved my boxer briefs down next, her lips turning up with satisfaction as she ran her fingernails over my ass. The tip of my cock brushed against her thigh, and she reached down and stroked me.
“Fuck . . . Charlotte.” I was too hard and ready to withstand much of that.
It wasn’t just her hands on me, but her heavy breathing and soft skin that had my balls aching with desire. Even her light, sweet smell was sexy. I’d fantasized about this so many times and it was finally happening. I kissed her then, letting all my built-up longing radiate into her. She tightened her hold on my erection and fuck . . . I almost lost it.
I eased her onto the bed and pulled the nightie off over her head. As soon as the scruff on my face touched her breasts, she moaned and arched her back up off the bed. I kissed, caressed,
She smiled. “He knows. He won’t be leaving his room until morning.”
“Good.” I shrugged off my leather jacket and tossed it to the floor beside the bed. “What’s with the covers? You cold?”
She looked down at the covers she was clutching to her chest. “No. I put something on and now I feel self-conscious.”
“What is it?”
She shook her head. “It’s stupid. I’ve never worn anything like this.”
“Charlotte.” I sat down beside her and brushed away the hair that was hiding her face. “Let me see.”
Sighing softly, she slid the covers down past her breasts, revealing low-cut, lacy black lingerie. Her breasts were cupped behind the delicate fabric, the pink of her nipples showing through. My pulse picked up as I took her in.
I reached for the covers she had a death grip on and pushed them all the way down. She wore what looked like the sexiest slip I’d ever seen, the black satin below the lace begging me to touch her.
“Wow,” I breathed, meeting her eyes. “Stand by the bed so I can see all of you.”
Slowly, she slid out from beneath the covers and stood next to the bed, her expression nervous as she looked down at me. I sat on the edge of the mattress, raking my eyes over every inch of her.
“You’re beautiful,” I said, putting my hands on her hips. I couldn’t keep them still, though; there were too many places I wanted to touch her. I slid my hands down to her thighs, around to her curvy ass, which I squeezed just hard enough to elicit a moan.
I ran my hands lower, slowly trailing my fingertips over the backs of her thighs and then up, pushing up the sides of the satin nightie to reveal more bare skin. She pressed a hand over her stomach, her breath hitching nervously.
There was no way I’d let this goddess of a woman feel self-conscious about herself. I took her wrist and eased her hand aside, then resumed my slow unveiling of the prize I’d been waiting so long for: her body.
The swell of her stomach sent a jolt of arousal straight to my dick. Knowing I’d gotten her pregnant was unexpectedly hot. I ran a hand over her smooth skin and then kissed her belly softly.
She sucked in a breath and held on to my biceps as I kissed her slow and easy, my hands around her waist. I stood, my hands slowly moving up to her breasts, where I brushed my fingertips across the soft lace covering her nipples.
“I love your body,” I said, taking one of her hands and placing it on my rock-hard cock. “You feel that?”
The tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. “Yes.”
She wrapped her hand around my cock then and I groaned. It had been so damned long since anyone’s hand but my own had stroked me. And it had been worth the wait for the woman whose touch I fantasized about.
I cupped one breast and ran my thumb across her nipple until it hardened, and then I bent to kiss her through the lace.
“Oh.” It was half moan and half whisper. I took my time with her breasts until I’d gotten several more of those, only stopping when she unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down.
She shoved my boxer briefs down next, her lips turning up with satisfaction as she ran her fingernails over my ass. The tip of my cock brushed against her thigh, and she reached down and stroked me.
“Fuck . . . Charlotte.” I was too hard and ready to withstand much of that.
It wasn’t just her hands on me, but her heavy breathing and soft skin that had my balls aching with desire. Even her light, sweet smell was sexy. I’d fantasized about this so many times and it was finally happening. I kissed her then, letting all my built-up longing radiate into her. She tightened her hold on my erection and fuck . . . I almost lost it.
I eased her onto the bed and pulled the nightie off over her head. As soon as the scruff on my face touched her breasts, she moaned and arched her back up off the bed. I kissed, caressed,
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