same.
As her fingers reached the catch on her thin denim skirt, he blew out a hard breath, the harsh sound adding to her own arousal. Her abs tightened at the metallic hiss of her zipper releasing, and her breasts ached for his touch.
She imagined Cal putting his lips around them and sucking them into his mouth, flicking at the pebbled tips with his tongue.
The man had such a talented tongue. Just the thought of it made her weak with lust, made her lips part and—
“Push it off, Tessa. Now.”
She gasped as her eyes shot open to stare up into Cal’s, now directly above her. She hadn’t realized she’d closed them while she taunted him and herself. She’d gotten lost in sensation, lost in expectation.
And Cal had taken the opportunity to round the altar. He stood right next to her, only inches separating them.
She gazed at him through a haze of sexual hunger, noting how lust made the muscles in his jaw clench tight and throb beneath the skin. How his gray eyes grew stormy and dark.
And how much rigid strength he held in his body. So much control. She wanted to break that control, wanted him to reach for her and tear the clothes off her body.
Her muscles quivered with need, her stomach jumping with anticipation.
Still, this was fun, too.
With her thumbs hooked in the skirt’s waistband, she wiggled her hips from side to side to get the tight denim down her legs. Okay, maybe she didn’t need to do the little shimmy, but Cal certainly seemed to enjoy it, if the muscles jumping along his jaw were any indication.
When her skirt fell to her ankles, it got caught on her wedge-heeled sandals so she kicked those off and stepped out of the skirt.
Now he really did tower over her, and every feminine atom in her body lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
“Take the top off now.”
She cocked her head to the side as she reached for her shirt but stopped short of actually touching it. “I think it’s my turn to ask for something.”
One side of his mouth curled up in the most mouthwatering way. “And what makes you think that?”
“Well, I have taken off my skirt and shoes.”
“Fine.” He reached for his belt, unbuckled it, and withdrew it from the loops of his pants with a slither. Folding it in half, he held it in his hands, giving it a slight snap that made her wonder what it would feel like tapping against her skin.
“Shirt,” he said. “Now.”
Ooh, the growl in his voice sent a blast of heat directly to her sex.
Shrugging her shoulders, she let the shirt slide down her arms and puddle on the floor at her feet.
Now his gaze dropped to her chest and she felt the weight of it like a physical caress against her skin. Her nipples tightened even more, if that was possible.
“You have the most beautiful tits.”
She couldn’t help herself. She had to laugh. “You’re such a charmer.”
He shook his head, his gaze stuck on her breasts. “Never said I was tame, baby.”
She gave another wiggle, making sure the mounds bounced just the tiniest bit. She didn’t wear a bra. Gravity didn’t mean much to a goddess. She was as she would always be. Exactly one hundred and fifteen pounds and five feet two inches, a perfect C-cup with absolutely no sag, and with a flat stomach and rounded hips.
“Tame is for dogs and accountants.”
“Gods damn, you really are fucking beautiful.”
Pleasure suffused her from head to toe. She’d always known she pleased men with her looks, but never had that meant more than it did at this moment. With this man. Whose cock bulged and strained against his zipper in the most tempting of ways.
Her mouth dried with wanting.
She had to swallow before she could speak again. “I think I deserve a little more than your belt.”
Lifting his gaze from her chest, he stared into her eyes for several seconds before setting the belt on the altar at his side, still within reach. Then he grabbed the hem of his shirt and whipped it over his head.
And her mouth became as
As her fingers reached the catch on her thin denim skirt, he blew out a hard breath, the harsh sound adding to her own arousal. Her abs tightened at the metallic hiss of her zipper releasing, and her breasts ached for his touch.
She imagined Cal putting his lips around them and sucking them into his mouth, flicking at the pebbled tips with his tongue.
The man had such a talented tongue. Just the thought of it made her weak with lust, made her lips part and—
“Push it off, Tessa. Now.”
She gasped as her eyes shot open to stare up into Cal’s, now directly above her. She hadn’t realized she’d closed them while she taunted him and herself. She’d gotten lost in sensation, lost in expectation.
And Cal had taken the opportunity to round the altar. He stood right next to her, only inches separating them.
She gazed at him through a haze of sexual hunger, noting how lust made the muscles in his jaw clench tight and throb beneath the skin. How his gray eyes grew stormy and dark.
And how much rigid strength he held in his body. So much control. She wanted to break that control, wanted him to reach for her and tear the clothes off her body.
Her muscles quivered with need, her stomach jumping with anticipation.
Still, this was fun, too.
With her thumbs hooked in the skirt’s waistband, she wiggled her hips from side to side to get the tight denim down her legs. Okay, maybe she didn’t need to do the little shimmy, but Cal certainly seemed to enjoy it, if the muscles jumping along his jaw were any indication.
When her skirt fell to her ankles, it got caught on her wedge-heeled sandals so she kicked those off and stepped out of the skirt.
Now he really did tower over her, and every feminine atom in her body lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
“Take the top off now.”
She cocked her head to the side as she reached for her shirt but stopped short of actually touching it. “I think it’s my turn to ask for something.”
One side of his mouth curled up in the most mouthwatering way. “And what makes you think that?”
“Well, I have taken off my skirt and shoes.”
“Fine.” He reached for his belt, unbuckled it, and withdrew it from the loops of his pants with a slither. Folding it in half, he held it in his hands, giving it a slight snap that made her wonder what it would feel like tapping against her skin.
“Shirt,” he said. “Now.”
Ooh, the growl in his voice sent a blast of heat directly to her sex.
Shrugging her shoulders, she let the shirt slide down her arms and puddle on the floor at her feet.
Now his gaze dropped to her chest and she felt the weight of it like a physical caress against her skin. Her nipples tightened even more, if that was possible.
“You have the most beautiful tits.”
She couldn’t help herself. She had to laugh. “You’re such a charmer.”
He shook his head, his gaze stuck on her breasts. “Never said I was tame, baby.”
She gave another wiggle, making sure the mounds bounced just the tiniest bit. She didn’t wear a bra. Gravity didn’t mean much to a goddess. She was as she would always be. Exactly one hundred and fifteen pounds and five feet two inches, a perfect C-cup with absolutely no sag, and with a flat stomach and rounded hips.
“Tame is for dogs and accountants.”
“Gods damn, you really are fucking beautiful.”
Pleasure suffused her from head to toe. She’d always known she pleased men with her looks, but never had that meant more than it did at this moment. With this man. Whose cock bulged and strained against his zipper in the most tempting of ways.
Her mouth dried with wanting.
She had to swallow before she could speak again. “I think I deserve a little more than your belt.”
Lifting his gaze from her chest, he stared into her eyes for several seconds before setting the belt on the altar at his side, still within reach. Then he grabbed the hem of his shirt and whipped it over his head.
And her mouth became as
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