After almost an hour, she lifted her hands over her head and stretched. The movement caused the bodice of her dress to tighten over her breasts, the curve drawing his complete attention—and the attention of his cock, which was doing more than twitching.
She stood and shook her head slightly. “I think my eyes are going crossed.”
He put his feet down onto the floor and spread his knees. Lifting his hand toward her, he wiggled his fingers and ordered, “Come here.” Pleased that she didn’t argue, she walked around the coffee table, and as soon as she was within reach, he grabbed her hand and gently guided her to sit on the sofa between his legs. His large hands moved to her shoulders and he began to massage, his thumbs digging into the tired muscles. Her head dropped forward and rolled from side to side as he kneaded the knots.
Little moans of pleasure began to slip from her lips, and he began losing the battle of control over his cock as it came to life. The reality was he knew he would take whatever she was willing to give, but it was going to have to come from her, and only when she understood what he could offer. Certain that was not going to happen, he ordered his cock to behave and continued to massage her back and neck.
Moving so fast he barely had time to blink, she suddenly whirled and threw her arms around his neck. Her eyes were wide, and he could see hesitation mixed with determination. Instead of latching onto his mouth in haste, she moved ever so slowly. His breath caught in his throat as her face drew closer and he felt the puffs of her sweet breath against his lips. Wanting to crush her against him, his shoulders held her carefully in place, keeping her a whisper away.
“This is in your hands, Lynn,” he said softly. “Whatever you want is yours. But you have to understand what this is. I can’t offer anything more than here and now.”
She leaned back a few inches so that her gaze bore straight into his. “I understand. Really, Nolan, I do. You’re a SEAL, and your life is far away. I’m an accountant, and my life is right here. You’re not looking for anything more than what’s happening now, and I don’t need to be tied to someone who’s constantly leaving. So I’ll take whatever part of you I can have now, and that’s all I want.”
For a second, her words scored through him, causing both delight and consternation. He wanted her, but the idea that she was fine with only a night and wanted no more was a hit to his pride. Before he had a chance to muddle through those conflicting thoughts, she closed the distance and molded her mouth to his. At that simple movement, all thoughts other than getting her to bed flew from his mind.
Standing, he felt the twinge in his gut, but her weight was so slight that he easily made it to the bedroom. Still holding her close, he allowed her feet to drop to the floor. Their kiss had not broken, the tingle of electricity moving from his lips to his rock-hard cock firing all his senses. He felt her palms flat against his chest, and she pushed back slowly. His eyes flew open as he sought to discover why she separated from him.
Her lips curved into a delicious smile and she reached underneath one arm, slowly drawing down a zipper on the side of her dress. As the material loosened around her bustline, the curve of her breasts was more readily visible. The lacy straps fell from her shoulders, and she stepped back, allowing the material to glide downward to puddle onto the floor, leaving her in a cream-colored strapless bra and matching panties.
He could not remember the last time a woman had carefully disrobed for him, showing tantalizing snippets of skin. Usually, his quick fucks included clothes being tossed to the floor with little mystery unfolding considering the clothes had been slight to begin with.
But Lynn was all silk and lace, soft and sexy, and the sight of her slowly disrobing was like opening the best present he could imagine. She reached for the clasp between her breasts and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall onto the floor to join her dress. Her full breasts were now exposed, her taut, rosy nipples beckoning. Her thumbs hooked into the sides of her panties, but she hesitated, cocking her head to the side. “You’re kind of overdressed,” she teased.
“I’m not sure I can move with the sight of you in front of me,” he confessed. “Hell, I can’t even think straight with your beauty exposed to me.”
His words must have pleased her, and he was glad considering they were the absolute truth. Her smile widened, and she bent forward, sliding her panties down her legs. Now, jolting into action, he grabbed his T-shirt from the back and pulled it over his head. He shucked his boxers and sweatpants down his legs, kicking them to the side. Now completely naked, he stood in front of her and watched as her gaze roved over his body, glad to
