Page 198 of Sky’s Edge

He let my lip go and ordered gruffly, “Lift your knees. Up my sides.”

I did that and it allowed him to drive in deeper.

As such, I could do nothing but pant, moan, clutch, clench and eventually, come really, really hard.

After a few more thrusts, Tanyn followed me.

When it was over, and we’d come down, he was holding me by my ass against the wall, still hard inside.

After he finally pulled his face out of my neck and caught my eyes, I asked, “So, you like the dress?”

That caused just a growl.

It sounded and felt marvelous.

More marvelous?

He walked me, still hard and inside, to the bathroom.

A novel experience.

But a mega one.

Only after he set me down on the basin did he slide out so he could tuck himself back in, straighten his jeans and go grab a cloth to clean me up.

After we saw to business, he lifted me gently to put me on my stilettos, and then he went to the effort of tugging the tight mocha-nude latex back over my hips and down my thighs.

“You ruined my big entrance,” I noted as my male seemed rather taken with the task of unnecessarily smoothing the latex over my ass, hips and thighs.

“Mm?” he asked distractedly.

“This dress is payback for this morning. You were supposed to be tortured through dinner. As far as I could tell, your torture lasted half a second.”

He stopped smoothing, straightened, caught me at my hips and grinned.

“Promise, it’s still going to torture me.”

I believed him, considering the mock turtleneck, short-sleeved, to-the-knee dress molded to every curve of my body in a way it highlighted them at the same time they were a tease.

“And now it appears I need to change for dinner,” he said.

Using both hands, he caught me by the base of my head for a quick kiss, but he let me go only to claim me again by capturing my hand and pulling me to the bench in the closet.

There, he released me and went to his clothes.

It seemed he wanted me to hang out while he changed.

Considering I was all the way down with that, I sat, crossed my legs and watched him select a pair of navy trousers, a matching cashmere sweater and a pair of oxblood shoes.

I then watched as he disrobed.

I was so entertained by this, I didn’t speak until he’d pulled his trousers up over his very fine ass, which made his ass no less fine, it was just as fine but now covered in material.

“So?” I asked. “Are you going to tell me what happened? Because I, too, have news, and we’ve company, so we can’t dally in our closet for hours.”

He halted in the process of pulling his sweater down his stomach to lift his brows at me.

“We’ve company?” he asked.