Berating his wayward thoughts, he forced his gaze back to her face and commanded himself to redirect his thoughts. Obviously this was not the time to be fantasizing about her. She had something on her mind and needed to talk.
He shifted to hide his inflated body part. “What is it, Taylor?”
“You see, lately men haven’t been noticing me and since we’re friends,” she said, stopping to point at him, “and you’re a guy, I was hoping I could ask your advice on something.”
He noted the way she emphasized the word friends—again. Okay, he got it. He might be a little dense at times, but he wasn’t stupid for Christ’s sake. They were friends. Nothing more. He got it.
“Ask away.”
She released the second button on her blouse, then the third and fourth, affording him a view of her creamy cleavage. When she undid the fifth and final button—yes, he was counting—air left his lungs in a loud whoosh. He sat there stock still, watching her peel off her top to reveal the most gorgeous set of breasts he’d ever had the pleasure of viewing.
“You see, Christian. I need an honest male opinion.” She cupped her breasts. “Do you think these are too small? Too big? Is there anything about them that would turn a man off?”
Holy. Fuck.
After a long silent moment, she asked, “Christian, did you hear me?”
“I…uh…no.”
“No what?”
He let his mind wander, imagining what it would be like to draw one of those tight pink buds into his mouth. To suck, lick, nibble and nip until she begged for mercy. But oh no, he wouldn’t stop there. There’d be no mercy for this sexy little siren. No fucking way. She’d pay dearly for this sweet torture. He’d make her beg him to fuck her and once he had her exactly where he wanted her, writhing beneath him like a wild wanton woman, he’d make her come all over him, again and again.
“Christian?” Her voice interrupted his musings and pulled him back.
With his blood rushing south, it became more and more difficult to form a coherent sentence. He coughed and drew a fueling breath. “I think they’re perfect, Taylor.”
She angled herself sideways to catch her reflection in his big-screen TV. She stroked the underside of her breasts and brushed her thumbs over her rosy nipples, making them swell and darken. His body responded with a shudder.
“I thought they were pretty good too, but just wanted to make sure.” Her voice sounded husky, sensual and resonated through him. As lust bombarded his body, his cock spasmed with pleasure, clamoring for Taylor’s undivided attention.
Christian shifted and adjusted his raging erection, aching to remedy his longings. Giving him no reprieve, Taylor unhooked the button on her jeans, and slowly, seductively pulled them down her legs.
Sweet Mother of God!
Casually, like they undressed in front of each other every fucking day, she kicked her pants away and stood before him in nothing more than a sexy pair of white lace panties.
He almost sobbed.
“Now be honest, Christian. Do I have any grotesque flaws? Take your time looking. No hurry.” She slowly turned in a circle giving him a view from all angles. “I really want to know if there is something about me that men find unattractive.”
His mouth watered as he concentrated on his breathing. Heck, put a sexy, half-dressed woman in front of him and it reduced him to Pavlov’s dog. His cock began throbbing and pulsing. He clenched and unclenched his fingers as he admired her luscious body.
“Do you think my ass is perky enough? Here, touch it.” She shimmied closer, grabbed his hand, and put it on her hot little ass cheek. “Give it a squeeze and tell me what you think.” Christian nearly shot a load off right there on the spot as he palmed her lush backside.
Taylor turned her attention to her legs and arched a brow. “Do you think they’re long enough?” Before he had time to answer, she continued, “How about my hips?” She ran her hands over her voluptuous contours, coming perilously close to her pussy. A tremor moved through him as her slow seduction nearly shut down his brain. “Do you think they’re too curvy?”
Barely able to reply, he shook his head. “Perfect,” was all he managed to choke out.
Her brow crinkled and she arched her back, tipping her ass up in the air to check it out in the TV screen. Undaunted, she pressed on, “Are you sure? You see, not only have men neglected to notice me lately, the ones I have gone out with haven’t bothered to call again. So I thought maybe I wasn’t that physically appealing.”
“Perfect,” he muttered again, noting how easily she’d reduced his vocabulary to one single word.
With that her eyes lit, and she leaned in to hug him. “Thanks. It’s so great to have an honest friend like you.”
Christian could no longer hear her speaking. Delirious with want, his entire focus was drawn to her breasts, noticing the way her hard nipples were hovering only inches from his mouth.
“Is that everything?” His voice was barely recognizable. Fuck, he needed to get her back into her clothes, and out of his apartment so he could abuse the hell out of his rock-hard cock.
“One more thing.” She crossed the room to grab her tote bag. She pulled out a magazine, flipped through the pages and handed it to him. “I’m looking for a man’s perspective on this. Which style do you find most appealing?”
As he glanced down at the article on how to style your pubic hair, Taylor went to work on removing her panties.
Ahhh, Jesus.
“You see, Christian. Tonight I plan on heading over to The Hose and turning heads once and for all.” She shot him a mischievous look. “There will be no more overlooking Taylor Dayton. And when I take a guy back to my place, I plan on looking
