Page 66 of Best Kept Secret

She hadn’t been joking about it being warm, but it wasn’t due to faulty air conditioning.

He grinned, and keeping his eyes locked on hers, he began to lift his shirt.

She was long past the point of shyness, if she’d ever been shy in the first place. She eagerly watched as he revealed his tight abs and muscular pecs, and then, in a whoosh, his shirt hit the floor. He must have been warm too as his skin glistened like a million diamonds.

Then he placed his hands on the button of his shorts. “Wait a minute. Am I the only one doing this?”

She answered by raising her arms above her head.

Taking the hint, he lifted her shirt, carefully pulled it over her head, and tossed it aside. When he glanced down and noticed she’d worn a front-hook bra, he grinned from ear to ear.

“Allow me,” he said and deftly popped it open.

She tracked his every move, especially when he pulled the bra open to expose her breasts.

“You have the best bra collection I’ve ever seen,” he said, his eyes sparkling.

“That’s because I save the best ones for when I’m with you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Looking pleased with her answer, he dipped his head down and drew a nipple into his mouth. Even though he’d done this before, there was nothing rote about it. He swirled his tongue around it and then sucked hard, causing her to moan. Then he released it only to roll it between his thumb and forefinger. He bent his head and captured her other nipple in his mouth while he continued to tease her with his fingers. It was the sweetest torture ever, although she was eager to move on. She wanted to see, touch, and taste all of him, and she didn’t want to wait another moment.

“Pants,” she said.

“You want them off?”

“Yes!”

He chuckled, his warm breath fluttering against her chest. Then he pulled back, popped open the button of his shorts, and slowly pulled down the zipper. Mesmerized, she watched every move, licking her lips in anticipation.

“I love when you do that,” he said, catching her by surprise.

“Do what?”

“Lick your lips. You have the best mouth.”

Then he stood and faced her as he pulled down his shorts and boxer briefs in one go. She was eye level with his manhood, and naturally, her gaze went right there.

He was beautiful in every way, head to toe and all parts in between. She recalled touching him through his jeans, but now that she had access to his bare skin, she didn’t waste another minute.

Reaching out with both hands, she encircled his shaft and licked her lips again. His erection pulsed in her hands, and she smiled. Looking up at him, she said, “Can I taste you?”

“You never have to ask.”

She bent her head and placed her mouth on him. His warm male scent engulfed her as she swirled her tongue around his tip. He threaded his hands in her hair and groaned with pleasure. She didn’t need encouragement, as she was already trailing her tongue down his length and treating him like her favorite flavor of popsicle. Cherry, in case anyone was interested.

After some amount of time, he panted, “You have to stop.” He looked conflicted, though, like he didn’t really want her to.

She let go and gazed up at him, her lips still coated with his juices.

“Lie back,” he said.

She did as he requested, happy to oblige. Then he kneeled over her and placed his hands on the button of her shorts. He paused as if waiting for permission, and she lifted her hips in response. She studied him as he carefully unzipped her shorts and exposed her panties.

His gaze heated as he gently nudged her shorts and panties over her hips and down her legs. She’d prepared for this, this unveiling of skin and exposure of her most intimate anatomy, but nothing could have prepared her for the way he stared at her. It was like he was warring between acting the gentleman and wanting to ravish her.