Текст книги "Game for Love "
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Chapter Four
“I want to have sex with my wife.”
Wife. She was a wife.
Cole’s wife.
How she wished the words, Oh no, what have I done? were coming out of Carrie Underwood’s mouth right now via stereo speakers, instead of right between Anna’s ears.
At least, she thought with barely repressed hysteria, unlike the character in the country song, Anna knew Cole’s last name.
Even if she didn’t know much else.
Anna’s legs went weak. She needed to sit down, preferably with her head between her legs and a brown paper bag over her mouth and nose.
But even though her legs had decided not to bother holding her up anymore, she wasn’t in any danger of falling. Not with Cole’s hands gripping her tightly around her waist, holding her so close it was almost as if he didn’t want to give her any room to think or breathe.
Or change her mind...and start running.
Desire was dark and possessive on his face as he said, “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Anna?”
By the end of the sentence, he’d lowered his head so that the final words were barely more than a hot breath against her mouth. But instead of another one of those drugging kisses that took away her breath and swept her up into him, his mouth was gentle against hers.
Anna shivered at the sensations caused by that brush of sensitive lips.
And what he’d said.
She wasn’t the kind of woman who spent hours looking into the mirror, searching for flaws or beauty. She looked like what she looked like. Plenty of people had called her cute, so eventually, that’s what she’d decided must be true.
But cute couldn’t possibly inspire a reaction like Cole’s, could it?
Equally confused as she was consumed by unfamiliar desire, Anna found herself whispering, “I want you, too,” against his mouth.
For the moment, desire was the one thing she was certain of. The one thing she could trust.
“Damn it, I’m not going to take you in the elevator,” Cole said as he pulled away from her. A split second later he was bending down and slipping an arm beneath her knees.
She was short, but not exactly stick-thin. No one had ever tried to pick her up before.
A thrill rushed through her at how effortless it was for Cole, at how protected—womanly
–he made her feel.
Still, she wasn’t used to being swept off her feet by a man who easily weighed twice what she did. So even though she was excited—and aroused—by his actions, she was also a little bit scared. Because the truth was, he could do whatever he wanted to her, and she wouldn’t have a prayer if she tried to fight back.
Moisture shouldn’t be pooling between her legs at the shocking thought.
More than a little freaked out at the way her body seemed to be utterly disconnected from her brain—as barely rational as it was right now—she said, “Cole, what are you doing?”
God, she sounded like a shocked fifties movie star in a black-and-white movie, but she couldn’t help it. Nothing had gone like she’d thought it would tonight. She should be alone in bed right now wearing her flannel PJs, watching an old movie about a couple getting a quickie wedding in Vegas.
Instead, here she was, living the drama in full color.
Cole’s response came with a grin that took her breath away. “Enjoying the hell out of carrying my bride over the threshold.”
She couldn’t help but smile back. Cole was one of the best-looking men she’d ever seen, up close or in pictures. Gorgeous and forbidding. Dark and hulking.
But when he smiled...his smile made her insides light up like a beach bonfire.
“Keep looking at me like that and we aren’t going to make it past the front door.”
He wasn’t smiling anymore. Instead, he looked dangerous.
Sexy.
So sexy she wasn’t sure she wanted to make it past the front door.
“I’ve never had sex up against a door.”
The sound that came from his throat was half-growl, half-moan. “I wouldn’t tease me right now, Anna.” He kicked open the door.
“I’m not teasing.”
And she wasn’t. She was desperate.
Desperate for something she didn’t understand.
Desperate for something she’d never felt before.
A heartbeat later, Cole had her back pressed into the now-closed door, her dress up around her waist and her legs wrapped around him. She didn’t know how he’d done it, but she didn’t care, not when the only thing that mattered was getting relief from the intense heat, the throbbing between her legs. She felt swollen and sensitive against him, where her underwear rubbed against the zipper of his pants.
His hands were wrapped around her butt cheeks and as he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her hard enough that it almost hurt, she couldn’t stop herself from thrusting into the thick bulge. A moment later, his mouth was moving across her face, down to her neck and she was baring herself to him, submitting to his dominance in the most elemental of ways.
“Cole,” she moaned, begging for more, for some relief from the exquisite pressure, the intense sensations building higher and higher.
And then she felt it, the brush of his hand against her inner thighs, and she whimpered her pleasure, biting her lip as tremors of anticipation ran through her.
His fingers found her wet folds at the same moment that his mouth came down over one satin and silk–covered breast. Anna had never made sounds like this before—a cross between a scream and a moan, she was well and truly shocked at herself.
Shocked enough that she found herself pushing at Cole’s chest with her open palms and gasping, “I can’t. Not yet. Please.”
Despite his own arousal, Cole’s response to her abrupt shift was instantaneous.
Lifting his head from her breast, a large damp spot staining the center, he looked at her with honest concern. And no small measure of remorse.
“I was hurting you.”
His completely unwarranted self-reproach tore at her heartstrings. “No, you weren’t,” she said, rushing to reassure him.
Yes, he’d been killing her, but not with pain.
With pleasure.
Not knowing how to explain what had happened, she finally said, “Everything is moving so fast.”
And she’d been on the verge of begging him to fuck her. Her. Anna Davis.
Oh, God. Not Davis. Anna Taylor.
Cole put her down on her feet, helping to smooth her dress back over her hips. Looking down, she couldn’t take her eyes off his erection. Even bound by his clothes, it was like a living, breathing thing between them.
A second later, she noticed the dark spot in front of his zipper and froze. Was the patch of fabric that she’d been pressed against actually damp? Had Cole really made her that wet—wet enough that she’d soaked through her underwear, all the way to his clothes, with nothing more than a kiss?
And his fingers sliding between her legs.
Her freak-out jumped to a whole new level.
As if he sensed her sudden fear, Cole took another step back. But even as he gave her some room to breathe, he threaded his fingers through hers.
“Come on in. I’ll show you around.”
For the first time since they’d come inside, she realized they were in a strikingly luxurious living room, with floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out on the Vegas strip.
“This is your hotel room?”
“Like it?”
“Are you kidding? It’s amazing. Have you stayed here before?”
“Since they opened in 2006.”
Every question she asked—and every answer he gave—only highlighted just how little she actually knew about the man she’d just married.
Married.
The diamond ring on her finger felt heavy and strange. Her throat tightening up around the words as if her body and mind were shutting down one piece at a time, she asked, “Do you always stay up here when you’re at the hotel?”
“Usually. My things are all here,” he replied with a thread of amusement in his voice, at odds with the concern still written on his face when he looked at her. “I’m going to get us a couple of drinks.” He left her alone to let herself out of a sliding glass door onto a deck.
She could hardly believe her eyes. There was a huge swimming pool surrounded by a rooftop garden. The pool alone was almost bigger than her entire apartment. Renting it would be one thing—one amazing thing—but owning this penthouse suite?
No way.
She was too busy gaping—and wondering just how Cole had enough money for a place like this—to notice him returning from the kitchen.
He pressed a cold glass into her hands. “Drink that.”
The liquid was sweet and sugary, just what she needed after a day of too much champagne and too little food. She drank until it was empty.
“Thank you.”
“You looked pale.”
She had? Was that why he’d been frowning? Because he was worried about her, rather than angry that she’d put a halt to having sex up against the door?
“I play football. It pays well.”
Here she’d thought she was playing it cool, but he’d obviously read the question in her eyes.
Because she had the exact opposite of a poker face.
“I don’t know much about football,” she admitted.
“I guessed that,” he said with another one of those heart-thumping grins.
“I’m a quick learner, though.”
Heat reflected back at her from his dark eyes. “I’m glad to hear that. Very glad.”
A couple of sentences shouldn’t be able to melt her insides, should they? Sure, when he was touching her, of course she melted. But just words—and that tone of voice—were doing just as good a job of arousing her as his kisses and caresses had.
His voice was gruff as he asked, “What about you?”
“I teach first grade.”
“That’s perfect.”
It was?
“My sweet little schoolteacher.”
His response struck her as strange, but she couldn’t figure out exactly why. Especially when he was still looking at her like he wanted to lick her all over, head to toe.
Her body was responding to that look with intense arousal. But at the same time, the more physically aroused she become, the more it seemed her brain—and heart—were fighting that desire. Back in the club, even before he’d proposed, Cole had made it perfectly clear that they were going to spend the night together. Obviously, now that they were husband and wife, it was a slam dunk.
Still, it seemed that there was a difference between knowing something was going to happen and actually being there when it happened.
And there was definitely a difference between deciding she was going to be brave and actually being brave.
His eyes, still dark with desire, were fixed on her and she felt as if he saw all the way into her soul. It was too much, too soon. She tried to walk inside, but he grabbed her before she could take more than a step, and pulled her against him.
“You don’t need to run from me, Anna.”
Her breath was rising and falling too fast. “I don’t want to run, but I don’t know how to do anything else.”
His mouth found hers and she tried to lose herself in his kiss the way she’d been lost in all the others, but panic was riding her too hard now to be able to let go. His hands moved down her back, rubbing, massaging from shoulder to hips, but instead of relaxing, she only tensed up more.
He lifted his head and she immediately said, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“No apologies.”
Grateful that he wasn’t pressuring her into anything—even though she was now his lawfully wedded wife—she said, “I want—”
Oh God, she was such a novice at all of this that she didn’t even know how to get the words out.
“You want to sleep with me.”
Thankful that he clearly didn’t have the same problem, she nodded.
“But something is holding you back?”
Again, she nodded.
“How many lovers have you had, Anna?”
She flushed at his question. “Two,” she said in a voice that was barely more than a whisper. “But being with them wasn’t like being with you.”
The words were out before she realized they were coming and her flush flamed even brighter.
“You’re special to me, too,” he said softly against her lips and this time when he kissed her, she was able to sink into it a little more. “I want to give you pleasure, Anna, more pleasure than you’ve ever known. Will you let me do that for you?”
His heated words shot through her veins like a drug. “I want to, Cole.” And she did. God, how she did. “But what if I freak out again?”
“Will you trust me to make sure that doesn’t happen?”
She had no reason to trust him, now when she didn’t know any more about him than his name and profession. And yet, there was something in his eyes, in the way he’d touched her so far tonight, in the way he’d kissed her, that had her feeling cherished.
Adored.
No one had ever made her feel that way before. Not just the sexual part, which was way off any chart she’d ever had, but the safety part.
Cole made her feel protected.
“What we’ve had so far tonight is only the beginning. There’s so much more, sweet Anna. Let me show you how good I can make you feel.”
She couldn’t hold back a shiver at his words. His arms were still around her, light enough that she could walk away at any moment, but she didn’t want to go. His erection throbbed hard and thick against her belly even through his pants, and she wanted what he promised.
Badly.
But now she knew for sure that she couldn’t do it on her own. Not without him helping her. Guiding her. Leading her.
Not without trusting him.
She’d thought a quickie wedding would be the craziest thing she’d ever done, but now she knew she was wrong.
Sleeping with Cole, trusting him enough to give her body over to him, letting him learn what gave her pleasure—learning it for herself—was far crazier.
“I’ll trust you, Cole.”
The relief that flashed across his features was quickly replaced with a darker, deeper desire than she’d seen yet.
He was halfway to kissing her when she found herself saying, “But please, don’t betray my trust. Please don’t hurt me.”
He stilled a breath away from her mouth. “I don’t want to hurt you, Anna.”
Her brain tried to tell her it wasn’t the promise she was looking for, but before she could fully hold onto the warning, he was picking her up again and kissing her as he carried her back inside.
Into his bedroom.
Chapter Five
Cole didn’t throw her on the bed, didn’t crawl over her and keep kissing her. Instead, he set her on her feet again and said, “Turn around.”
Anna’s eyes flashed a combination of desire and that uncertainty she couldn’t shake at his command. But she did it.
“Good girl,” he said as he slid her zipper down and pushed her dress off her shoulders to the floor.
The fine hairs along her spine rose as his fingers followed the dress down. She moved to turn again to face him.
“Stay right where you are.”
“But I can’t see what you’re doing.”
“I know.”
Again, despite her reluctance to give up control, he hoped she was tempted enough by what he was offering to give it.
After taking a long moment to appreciate how good she looked from the back in nothing but a bra and panties, all soft curves and smooth skin—the anticipation of seeing her from the front nearly killing him—Cole said, “Don’t move a muscle.”
He could see how hard it was for her follow his instructions, even without seeing her face. She was all but bristling with anxiety as he walked over to his dresser and pulled it open.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” she begged.
God, how he liked to hear her beg.
“You’ll know soon enough,” he said, teasing her with his response. Despite what she thought she wanted, the fact was that not knowing what he was doing would make her even hotter.
And would help her let go.
That need to let go was exactly why he gently slid one of his silk ties across her eyes.
She reached for the blindfold, but he didn’t stop her. “I thought you were going to trust me, sweet Anna.”
Her hands stilled on the soft fabric. “But I didn’t think you’d be...blindfolding me.”
He had to press a kiss to the spot where her neck curved into her shoulder. But just the press of his lips wasn’t enough, he had to rake her skin with his teeth, had to begin to mark her as his.
His.
“Don’t think, Anna. Just feel.” He finished tying it behind her soft hair, tight enough that it wouldn’t slip, but not tight enough to hurt. “The blindfold will help.”
“How?”
Her whispered question made his cock so big it almost hurt. Because she was trusting him.
And he didn’t deserve that trust.
Damn it, he couldn’t go there. Not now. Not when he had a feeling the greatest pleasure he’d known yet was right in front of him, wearing his tie as a blindfold. Along with his ring on her left hand.
When she’d asked him not to betray her trust, they’d been talking about sex. He told himself that his answer had been totally honest. Enough justification that nothing was going to stop him from giving her the ultimate pleasure.
“No decisions. No choices. Just pleasure.”
He heard her breath catch, saw the flutter of excitement in the upper curve of her breasts where her heart was beating hard enough that he could see it jumping beneath her skin.
He picked her up again, her arms going around his neck to steady herself a moment before he laid her down on the bed.
With the blindfold covering her incredible eyes, he found himself enthralled by her mouth, a sweet and sexy cupid’s bow that was made for kissing. A vision ambushed him of Anna’s soft, red lips wrapped around his cock as she sucked him deep into her throat.
“You’re beautiful, Anna. So damn beautiful.”
Those perfect lips curved up into a tremulous smile. She blindly reached up for his face, running her fingertips across his jaw, over his lips. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Leaning down over her, he licked her lips, a long stroke from one side to the other. She opened up to him on a whimper and for the hundredth time that night, he lost sight of his plan.
Because just kissing this woman was better than fucking any other.
As her curves went soft and pliant beneath his, as he settled his erection against her wet heat and she bucked up into him, it took everything Cole had for him to remind himself that they’d been to this point before, where she was open and wanting, and she’d frozen up. If he kept at it like this, not using any finesse at all, odds were high that it would happen again.
Not because she was a tease.
Not because she didn’t want him as badly as he wanted her.
But because she was good girl.
And pleasure this extreme frightened her.
“Have I mentioned yet how much I love kissing you?”
“I love kissing you, too,” she said in that soft voice that was as warm and sweet as the woman beneath him.
“I want to kiss you everywhere, Anna.”
Her soft smile froze on her face at the exact moment that he took hold of her wrists and lifted her arms over her head.
“Cole?”
“Just relax, sweetheart.”
He’d never been one for pet names, had never bothered to force them out to get in a girl’s pants, but with Anna he wasn’t forcing it. She was sweet. So sweet he ached with the need to kiss her. To taste her. Working quickly, he drew another silk tie from where he’d been storing it around his neck and bound her left wrist to the right bedpost.
“How can I relax when you’re tying me up?”
Her earnest question had him smiling down at her. The kind of woman he usually slept with would be playing it up right now, moaning and putting on a show for his benefit.
But not Anna. Instead, she was telling him exactly what she was feeling every step of the way with beautiful honesty.
“Like this,” he said a moment before he ran his tongue lightly across the delicate skin on the inside of her wrist. “And this.” His mouth ran kisses from her palm around to her shoulder.
By the time he made it back to her face, he had to drop in for another taste of her sweet mouth. Her nipples were a hard press of heat against his forearms.
“Better?”
Her breath was coming in harsh pants. “No.”
“Maybe this will help.” With her limbs still rubbery from his kisses, he quickly moved her other arm into place and secured it to the bedpost. Moving back to stare down at her beautiful, half-bound body, he asked again, “Better now?”
“No, Cole. Please. I don’t know how to do this.”
“You don’t need to know, sweetheart. Not when your body already does.”
Gently spreading her thighs with a hand on each leg, he inhaled her scent, more sweet than musky. His mouth watered with the urge to bury his face in her soft, wet folds, and taste her.
“Can you feel how wet you are for me?”
Her pink panties were soaked against her pussy lips. He pressed two fingers against her wet heat and she gasped, clamping her legs together around his hand.
Leaving his hand pressed in tight against her silk-covered lips, he asked, “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
“But you’re the one touching me.”
Jesus, she had no idea how much her innocence inflamed him. Hell, he was as surprised by it as she was.
He hadn’t been sure about tying up her legs. Now he was.
Anna’s reserve went so deep that if he gave her any chance at all to protest, to try and fight what her body so desperately wanted, she’d use it.
Leaning over, he lowered his face to her groin and slid his hand out of the way, only to replace it with his mouth. Knowing he’d have to use the element of surprise to his advantage if he was going to have any chance of prying her thighs apart again without hurting her, a split second after he planted a hard kiss against her soft, aroused flesh, he was drawing her legs apart and securing her ankles, one after the other, to the foot board.
* * *
Anna reacted instinctively to her imprisonment by pulling and yanking at her silk bindings. But although they weren’t tight, they were firm.
“Cole,” she begged, “please untie me.”
“Let me look at you first,” he murmured. “I’ve never seen anything so pretty. You should see how sexy you look all spread for me, so wet and aroused, so ready for me to love you.”
Without touching her—even though she was frightened by how vulnerable she was now
–his words of approval sent her to new peaks of arousal. Especially when he’d used the word love. Because even though the rational part of her knew there was no way they could be feeling more than lust—and like—for each other after meeting only hours before, her heart clearly wanted to believe in the fairytale of love at first sight.
Feeling the heat of his stare, even though she couldn’t see him looking down on her through her blindfold, she could feel her breath coming too fast, knew she was actually shaking within her bindings.
The next thing she knew, his warm breath was brushing against her earlobe. “You’re being so brave, sweetheart.”
But she wasn’t. She was begging him to release her at every turn, telling him she couldn’t do what he was asking her to do.
Just like she’d been doing her whole life.
He sucked the fleshy lobe of her ear between his teeth and she arched up off the bed as far as the bindings would let her. Her nipples brushed against one of his thickly muscled arms.
“Touch me, Cole.” She was still begging, but in an instant what she wanted had changed.
No, that was a lie. She'd wanted him to touch her from the first. All that had changed was she had finally stopped getting in her own way.
His mouth moved from her ear to trail a hot path down her neck. “Here?”
“Yes,” she said as her head fell back to give him better access to her sensitive skin. But the way her breasts were aching for his touch had her changing her answer. “No.”
She heard him chuckle, felt his soft laughter against her skin a moment before his tongue dipped into the hollow in front of her shoulder.
She gasped at the delicious pleasure racing through her and pulled at the bindings at her wrists. Only, this time she was pulling because of the pleasure, rather than trying to get away from it.
“Is this where you want me, Anna?”
His mouth moved across her skin with the question, lingering behind with a lick and a nip when the words were done.
Knowing how close he was to her breasts—and yet so damn, frustratingly far—she said,
“My breasts. Please, Cole. Touch my breasts.”
“Sweet Anna,” he said, that surprising thread of humor lacing his response, “you should have just asked.”
But he’d known she couldn’t, that she didn’t have the words, the sexual experience to play the kind of games he probably played every single night with beautiful women.
And then, just as it had before, humor turned to instant heat as his mouth came down over one breast, his tongue laving her nipple beneath her bra in hot and heavy strokes.
It was good, so good, better than anything she’d ever felt before. But she wanted more.
Oh God, she wanted more.
Cool air rushed over her when he lifted his head. “Am I doing it right?”
His question would have been funny if she weren’t lying there burning up, wanting things that had her all but squirming with embarrassment. Not the sexual act itself, which she’d done before, but the verbal element of their sexual interaction, something he was clearly insistent that she try.
Anna was surprised to realize that putting voice to her desire was almost more scary than being tied up and vulnerable to his every touch.
So many times in one short night, Cole had asked her to be brave. To take a chance by dancing with him. To marry him. To let him tie her up. And, now, to tell him what gave her pleasure.
He was the first person who had ever looked at her and seen someone who might have guts.
A woman who might be willing to take a risk.
She’d been so afraid of falling her whole life that she hadn’t ever known the feeling of leaping and not knowing where she’d land.
But Cole had taken her hand and given her the opportunity to jump.
The chance to take a free fall and feel the wind in her hair.
Sucking in a breath, she told him something she’d never thought to say to anyone. “My breasts are really sensitive. Good sensitive.”
She felt the air go still in the room, realized neither of them were breathing. And then, his fingers found the clasp at the front of her bra and cool air was rushing over the heated tips of her breasts.
“Anna.” Her name was almost a prayer on his lips. “Sweet Anna, no one should be this beautiful.”
She thought—prayed—that he was going to drop his head down to her breasts, especially when she felt the soft ends of his hair brushing against the super-sensitive flesh.
“Tell me what you want me to do to your perfect breasts, sweetheart.”
Before she could say a word, his hands came around the undersides of her breasts and cupped them together.
“Lick them.”
His hair brushed against the outside of one breast, his tongue laving between her soft flesh and her rib cage. “Like this?”
She couldn’t believe she was smiling, but it was such a surprise that the big, hard man she’d married loved to tease.
And, oh, was he good at it.
“What if I said yes?” she found herself teasing back.
After a bit of a pause that only served to ratchet up her anticipation, his tongue came down over her again, laving small but intensely sweet circles of pleasure against the side of her breast. And then, after a quick sweep of his soft hair over her chest, he found the mirror-image spot on the other breast.
She knew what he was doing, that he wasn’t going to take another step on his own without forcing her all the way to the edge, but not off. Jumping was all her own responsibility.
She knew that now, understanding it for the first time ever.
“My nipples, Cole.” She felt him lift his head slightly, pressing a soft kiss to her skin before moving away completely. “Lick my nipples.”
She was instantly rewarded for her bravery by the wet flick of the tip of his tongue against the rigid points. His hands were wonderfully rough on her as he pushed her breasts close enough together that he could lick first one hard tip and then the other, again and again in such rapid succession that she never had a chance to recover.
Just Cole’s tongue on her skin was better than any other sexual encounter she’d ever had.
And still, it wasn’t enough.
Not nearly enough to satisfy the need he’d made her feel.
And, oh God, the things she was feeling, white-hot flames rippling across her skin, pulling her into a maelstrom of heat...and boundless pleasure.
“Suck them.”
Again, her request was instantly granted, and she couldn’t possibly contain her cry of deep, dark delight as Cole’s strong lips pressed around a nipple, as his tongue flattened against the underside so that it dragged along the roof of his mouth.
She’d heard women say they could come like this, but she’d never believed it, not for a second. None of her previous lovers—it wasn’t even fair to put the men she’d slept with in that category, she suddenly thought—had given her what she needed. No amount of foreplay had taken her to this place where Cole had so effortlessly brought her.
While his mouth found sweet purchase on one nipple, his hands and fingers didn’t neglect her other breast, rolling the sensitive peak between his thumb and forefinger so that she wasn’t able to focus on just one spot, not when it felt like her entire body was on fire, her cells molten heat beneath Cole’s talented fingers and mouth.
She sucked in one breath and then another around her moans of pleasure and just when she thought she was getting a handle on the incredible sensations coursing through her veins, he surprised her with something she wouldn’t have been able to ask for, simply because she didn’t know that lovers could touch each other in such a way.
The scrape of teeth against sensitive flesh had moisture flooding at her core, her stomach tightening down when she was unable to push her thighs together to try and drive herself over the edge. She couldn’t control the arch of her back into his mouth or the sounds coming from her throat, a cry of wonder as she rode the edge of pain and came back around to the most incredible ecstasy.
And then, he was moving to her other nipple, and she was saying, “Do that again, Cole,”
but he was already there, already scraping against the tight tip with his teeth before laving the small hurt away with the tip of his warm, wet tongue.
Her limbs yanked against her binds as she tried to press herself up, higher, harder against his mouth. But then, her breasts were free, his mouth and hands moving down her torso as she opened her mouth to complain, his tongue dipping into her belly button and stealing away any words that might have been on her lips.
One of Cole’s fingers slid beneath the upper edge of her panties and all of her awareness suddenly centered on the slick, aroused flesh between her thighs. She could feel the silk of her panties sticking to her labia and where she’d previously been afraid before to let a man she hardly knew see her naked, now all she wanted was for the final barriers to be pulled away.
