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stroke over the dragon’s serpentlike tongue. “You have a sister?”
“Mmm. I’m a twin, though she’s fond of telling people she’s older.” The corners of his mouth twitched, amusement filling his gaze.
“Does she look like you?” She shouldn’t have asked him that, but the mention of his family reminded her how much she didn’t know about him, other than what she’d gleaned online. They didn’t talk about this side of themselves. She was about to become intimate with a man whose words could make her come so hard she lost her breath, but she didn’t know his family or his life. His innocent sharing filled her with a dangerous yearning to know more. She ached to learn about his world, to see the man .
“We look like siblings. I’m told she looks like a smaller, feminine version of me.” He reached over, fingering the hem of her shirt. “I don’t want to talk about my sister. I want to talk about you taking this off.”
He cocked a brow and waited, but her nerves were getting the best of her. Truth was, she’d stalled on purpose. What could she tell him? Despite having been the one to initiate this, the thought of baring her not-so-perfect body still made her stomach churn. Having to stand in front of him and watch his every reaction made her limbs shake. She had a running nightmare she’d make a dork out of herself and get stuck in her shirt. Or she’d take it off and have to watch the revulsion rise in his eyes.
He dropped his head against the back of the couch.
“I’m hanging on a thread, baby. I’m about three seconds from standing up and taking it off myself.” Despite the playful threat, he spoke softly, his fingers wandering beneath the hem of her shirt, stroking over her trembling belly. “For months I’ve had nothing but my imagination to go by. Here you are in front of me. I need to see you. All of you.”
The hunger in his eyes encouraged her. She let it fuel her own hunger and gripped the hem of her shirt, pulling it off over her head. She dropped it to the floor, then did the same with her tank top. Wearing only her bra, she waited, heart going gangbusters in her throat.
Cade growled low as he slid his hand up her belly. His fingers grazed the underside of her left breast, encased in the red, lacy bra. His hot gaze trapped her, an all-too-willing prisoner.
Feeling braver now, she shook her head and moved to the overstuffed chair but didn’t take a seat. His gaze followed her every move as she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her hips. She stepped out of them, pushing them aside with her foot, and stood before him in the matching bra and panties she’d bought for this date. A red number she’d hoped would match his tie. She was pleased to see it did.
Hands trembling, she let him look at her for a moment, then sat in the chair. Gaze locked on his, she leaned back and ran her hand down her stomach and over her lace-covered mound, rubbing herself through her panties. “Your turn.”
His chest rose and fell at an increasingly rapid pace, his hands visibly shaking as he undid his belt. He unzipped his slacks and reached inside, pulling out his cock, then sat back. Hannah licked her lips. He was beautiful, long and thick, the head stretching up his stomach to touch his belly button. She wasn’t certain what she wanted more…to climb on his lap and sink onto him or take him in her mouth. The unbearable need to taste him warred with the fantasy they’d been playing out for too many months. To watch him stroke himself to orgasm. To get to watch his face when he came.
He wrapped his hand around the head and squeezed, eyes fluttering closed and mouth falling open in bliss. He stroked himself once, twice, then opened his heavy-lidded eyes again. “The rest. Please. I want to see all of you.”
Hannah bit her lower lip and did as he asked, unable to stop her gaze from soaking in the sight he made. She had to admit it. Watching him sitting there, gaze locked on her, filled
“Mmm. I’m a twin, though she’s fond of telling people she’s older.” The corners of his mouth twitched, amusement filling his gaze.
“Does she look like you?” She shouldn’t have asked him that, but the mention of his family reminded her how much she didn’t know about him, other than what she’d gleaned online. They didn’t talk about this side of themselves. She was about to become intimate with a man whose words could make her come so hard she lost her breath, but she didn’t know his family or his life. His innocent sharing filled her with a dangerous yearning to know more. She ached to learn about his world, to see the man .
“We look like siblings. I’m told she looks like a smaller, feminine version of me.” He reached over, fingering the hem of her shirt. “I don’t want to talk about my sister. I want to talk about you taking this off.”
He cocked a brow and waited, but her nerves were getting the best of her. Truth was, she’d stalled on purpose. What could she tell him? Despite having been the one to initiate this, the thought of baring her not-so-perfect body still made her stomach churn. Having to stand in front of him and watch his every reaction made her limbs shake. She had a running nightmare she’d make a dork out of herself and get stuck in her shirt. Or she’d take it off and have to watch the revulsion rise in his eyes.
He dropped his head against the back of the couch.
“I’m hanging on a thread, baby. I’m about three seconds from standing up and taking it off myself.” Despite the playful threat, he spoke softly, his fingers wandering beneath the hem of her shirt, stroking over her trembling belly. “For months I’ve had nothing but my imagination to go by. Here you are in front of me. I need to see you. All of you.”
The hunger in his eyes encouraged her. She let it fuel her own hunger and gripped the hem of her shirt, pulling it off over her head. She dropped it to the floor, then did the same with her tank top. Wearing only her bra, she waited, heart going gangbusters in her throat.
Cade growled low as he slid his hand up her belly. His fingers grazed the underside of her left breast, encased in the red, lacy bra. His hot gaze trapped her, an all-too-willing prisoner.
Feeling braver now, she shook her head and moved to the overstuffed chair but didn’t take a seat. His gaze followed her every move as she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her hips. She stepped out of them, pushing them aside with her foot, and stood before him in the matching bra and panties she’d bought for this date. A red number she’d hoped would match his tie. She was pleased to see it did.
Hands trembling, she let him look at her for a moment, then sat in the chair. Gaze locked on his, she leaned back and ran her hand down her stomach and over her lace-covered mound, rubbing herself through her panties. “Your turn.”
His chest rose and fell at an increasingly rapid pace, his hands visibly shaking as he undid his belt. He unzipped his slacks and reached inside, pulling out his cock, then sat back. Hannah licked her lips. He was beautiful, long and thick, the head stretching up his stomach to touch his belly button. She wasn’t certain what she wanted more…to climb on his lap and sink onto him or take him in her mouth. The unbearable need to taste him warred with the fantasy they’d been playing out for too many months. To watch him stroke himself to orgasm. To get to watch his face when he came.
He wrapped his hand around the head and squeezed, eyes fluttering closed and mouth falling open in bliss. He stroked himself once, twice, then opened his heavy-lidded eyes again. “The rest. Please. I want to see all of you.”
Hannah bit her lower lip and did as he asked, unable to stop her gaze from soaking in the sight he made. She had to admit it. Watching him sitting there, gaze locked on her, filled
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