color of your eyes,” Charlie said, bending to brush each eyelid in turn with gossamer kisses. “As beautiful as a sparkling sapphire.” The rasp of her jacket’s zipper cleaved the ensuing silence in two.
Charlie was about to discover that she wore nothing underneath—only a pair of shell-pink, lace-edged panties. Earlier, as she showered, she’d planned to surprise him, and being bare was as good a way as any.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she murmured, her heart beating erratically. The zipper was all the way down to her waist.
He unhooked it, and she saw him suck in a breath. His pupils dilated as his lips crooked in a smile. “You’re not wearing anything,” he whispered in awe.
Grinning, she swept the front of the leather apart and bared her breasts.
“Oh God,” was all she heard him say, then he leaned forward and said, “You can grab my ass any time,” and laved her erect nipple.
Roxie squirmed and did exactly as he’d suggested. She reached around him and clamped her palms to his ass cheeks, and squeezed for good measure.
“Easy there, honey,” came his garbled voice. “I can’t grow another.” He suckled her other nipple and trailed kisses to her navel.
It was her turn to moan as she stroked his backside. “Take your trousers off,” she muttered urgently, needing to feel his hard cock nestled against her thighs. Too late, she noted her use of the word “trousers”. Did working women use that name for a man’s pants?
“You were making good headway downstairs.” He chuckled, effortlessly hefted himself to his feet and shucked off his remaining clothes.
Unable to help herself, Roxie pulled herself to one side, leaned up on one elbow, and stared. The breath caught in her throat and refused to release. Charlie was every bit a man. His chest was lightly matted with fine, dark hair and his whole body was tanned. His abs were hard angles and planes. His waist was small and his rigid cock was the largest she’d ever seen. She’d suspected as much when she’d ground her hand against him earlier, but now she had tantalizing visual proof.
Quickly, before he could stop her, she pulled off her pants, revelling in the appreciation she saw in his gaze. Impossibly, his penis became wider and larger right before her eyes. That’s all for me, she thought in wonder.
“I want to slide my cock into your wet pussy,” he murmured, kneeling beside her. The mattress sagged to accommodate his weight and his musky scent wafted around her, drawing her into his sexual web. Idly, his index finger traced a circle on the outside of her upper thigh, tickling then mesmerizing her. He could do anything he wanted and she would be his… But it can only be for this one night, she reminded herself.
Honeyed juice trickled down between her legs. “I want that too.” Her invitation was like the wind whispering through new, early summer leaves. Keeping her eyes on his face, she scissored her legs apart and edged her finger to the wet pearl that must surely be glistening in the low light from the lamp. Her thighs trembled.
His hand clamped over her wrist so quickly that she hardly believed anyone could be so swift. “No,” he ground out. “Let me do that.” With gentle firmness, he settled her hand at her side. His gray eyes sparkled.
Feminine pleasure shot through Roxie again. She never would have guessed that morning that she’d be lying naked in a virile man’s bed that night.
He spread her legs wider, knelt between her legs and gazed for a long while between her thighs.
“What do you see?” she asked in a husky whisper, curious to know how he perceived her.
“I see a beautiful woman, her silken thighs wide apart to show off her clit and the pink folds of her labia. There is a point of moisture catching the light, beckoning to me.”
So he knew a great deal about women, Roxie told herself, not embarrassed in the least. She was in capable and practiced hands for the night. Which turned her
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