“Sexy,” he said in a husky whisper.
Scarlett quivered, her body tingling everywhere he touched. Squirming until he loosened his grip, she took a step back, glancing up at his face as she unbuttoned his top button. Breathing heavily, her addled brain told her to put on the brakes but her broken heart and bruised ego were feeling desirable for the first time in a month. She needed this! Trailing down, she unfastened the next button and then the next until she was staring at the navel smack between two perfectly toned stomach muscles. Exhaling a ragged breath, she got her hands on those sensational abs, gently dragging her nails over the ridges.
“Mmmm…feels good.” He cupped her face, kissing her along her jawline as he pushed one large hand into one of her back pockets.
“You’re going to tear my pants,” she murmured.
Without comment, he trailed his lips down her neck, peppering her skin with light kisses and small nibbles. Scarlett growled, her arousal growing by the second. Wriggling in her tight jeans as her aching pussy swelled against the fabric, she slipped her arms around him, caressing his strong shoulders before scooting her hands down to the small of his back, just over that belt he had stripped off in front of her earlier in the day. Had he really punished his sister? Nah, probably not—Davis seemed too gentle for that.
Pressing her lips against his chest, she tasted the hint of salt on his warm and yummy flesh. Her eager tongue lapped across his pecs, settling on his nipple and giving it a circular lick. The loud groan from Davis’s lips thrilled her—she wielded that power over him!
His hand roamed over one of her double Ds, giving it a squeeze. Reeling from the scrumptious sensation, she sighed and her knees weakened. She leaned on him to compensate, lowered her hands, pawing his firm ass over his jeans. As he yanked his other hand from her pocket, he tugged up her t-shirt, his palms warming her back as he struggled with her bra.
Squirming, she moved her hands back to his chest and pushed away. “Stop.”
Breathing heavily, he slid his hands out from under her shirt and took a step back, his face awash with disappointment. “So…sorry.”
Grabbing the sides of her shirt, she turned her back to him as she lifted it over her head and dropped it on the floor. Closing her eyes, she lost her breath as his arms encircled her, pulling her bare back to his chest. His hands roamed her upper body, rubbing and squeezing her jiggly mounds over her lacy black bra. Her mouth opened, involuntarily releasing all manner of primal noises as her nipples stiffened beneath his touch. Wet lips pressed down on her shoulder just beside her bra strap before teeth grabbed the thin line of fabric, scooting it down and allowing him to get a handful of freshly exposed breast. She quivered in his arms, moaning and cooing with pleasure and melting into his chest. Her head rested against him and she lifted her chin, turning her face slightly. He dipped his head back down, kissing her swollen lips. As their smooth, velvety flesh connected, a tiny electrical shock urged her mouth open for their tongues to entwine. Her body sweltering, she reached up, wrapping an arm around his neck and fingering his soft, light-brown mane. Her belly turned a somersault as a large bulge pushed against her rear.
She gasped as both bra straps were snatched down so quickly, the cups flipped upside down over her tummy, releasing her breasts in a flurry of jostling. Repositioning, she slipped her arms completely free of the garment before returning one arm to wrap around the back of Davis’s neck. His tongue twirled against hers, working her senses into a frenzy. A breast in each hand, he lovingly stroked the pink protrusions with his fingertips. Pulling out of the kiss, she panted wildly, desperately attempting to catch her breath. The tingling and throbbing between her thighs was nearly unbearable. Turning to face Davis, she buried her face in his chest and he stroked her hair.
“You’re such a pretty filly.”
As nicknames and terms of endearment went, it wasn’t exactly her favorite but she was too worked up to balk. Rubbing his rear end, she brought her palms up to his belt, scooting her fingertips around until they lingered just over the buckle. As she started to unfasten it, Davis placed a hand over hers. She looked up, catching his gaze.
“You’re asking for it, pretty lady,” he said.
Huffing and puffing, she finally caught her breath. “That’s because I want it.”
A smile spread across his face and he took her hand, leading her out of the kitchen and into the living room. “Good! Let’s find a comfortable place because I’m gonna take my time.”
She was overcome with giddy anticipation but managed to restrain her urge to shamelessly run to the bedroom. Clasping his hand, she entwined her fingers with his as she led him to the bed. Davis sat down on the mattress’s edge and reached down, untying the laces of his boots and slipping them off with his socks. Having rid herself of her shoes when she’d returned to the house, Scarlett just stood and watched, anxious for him to reveal every inch of that fine body.
Reaching for her, he took her hand and pulled her closer until she was standing between his spread knees with her breasts at his eye level. She flushed with fresh embarrassment, self-consciously placing an arm around her tummy. Leaning in, he
