Page 100 of Second Time Around

“I didn’t think you would be.”

“So, I surprised you?”

“You constantly surprise me.”

“Good. I never want you to get bored with me.”

“Impossible.”

She laughed, and he was glad to see her smiling again.

“I didn’t want to leave things undone between us,” she said.

“I’m glad. However, there is something I want undone.” He glanced down at her blouse and wiggled his brows.

She raised her hands to the top button and said, “You mean these buttons?”

“Um-hmm.”

He stepped back and watched as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. He hadn’t turned on the lights yet, but he didn’t need to. Every inch of her beautiful body was committed to memory, and he licked his lips in anticipation.

After she undid the last button, she slipped her arms out of the sleeves and let the blouse fall to the floor. His hands were itching to reach for her, but he was also enjoying the show. As many times as she’d undressed for him, he’d never tire of it.

Smiling, she reached around and unhooked her bra. Then she took her sweet time sliding the straps down her arms, slowly revealing her breasts until the bra joined her blouse on the floor.

Her rosy nipples beckoned to him, tempting him to touch and draw them deep into his mouth. However, the sound of her unzipping her skirt gave him pause.

In a whoosh, it slid down her trim legs and pooled around her feet. When she stepped out of it, he noticed she was still wearing shoes, her beloved Converses, of course. He almost said something, but she hooked her fingers into the sides of her panties, and his throat went dry.

Suddenly he remembered that the curtains were still open, and while they weren’t standing directly in front of the window, he didn’t want his neighbors to see.

“Wait…curtains…” he said, his voice sounding gravelly.

Instead of covering herself, she gave him a seductive grin and said, “It’s dark in here. Nobody can see us.”

Then, without further ado, she shimmied out of her panties and shoved them aside. Perusing her, naked except for her shoes, had his heart hammering in his chest.

“Aren’t you going to take off your shoes?” he said, feeling like a bumbling teenager at the sight of a naked woman.

She giggled. “I’d rather you take off your clothes instead.”

He drew in a ragged breath and then motioned to the window. “Right here?”

“Unless you’re afraid,” she teased.

He rose to the challenge, and crossing his arms over his torso, he whipped off his shirt. Then he toed off his shoes and placed his hands on his belt buckle. Glancing at her heaving chest, he saw that he wasn’t the only one breathing hard. Her excitement was confirmed when she whispered, “Hurry up!”

“Sorry. I’m a little distracted,” he said, his eyes roaming over her nakedness.

He quickly unfastened his belt and the button on his jeans and then pulled down his zipper.

She watched him with the same intense interest and admiration he’d shown her, and his body warmed under her gaze. In his haste to get undressed, he hadn’t provided as great a show as she had, but she didn’t seem to mind.

She licked her lips when he exposed his manhood, and it twitched enthusiastically in response.

“Where are we going?” he said. Tonight he thought it especially important to follow her lead.

“Couch,” she said, pointing behind him.