I kissed her lips that had lost the artificial pink gloss to a natural rosiness. As I distracted her with my tongue, I found the two little buttons in the middle of her back and the short zipper at her waist that kept her dress up and undid them all. With our lips still locked, I put some space between our bodies at the same time I slipped the fabric off both of her shoulders. The dress fell partway down, getting hung up on her arms at the elbows.

She broke the contact of our mouths and lowered her arms. The dress puddled around her feet, leaving her in a white lacy strapless bra and matching panties that I suspected were a thong.

“Is this what you were looking for?” she asked, her voice an irresistible purr.

She stepped out of the dress, still wearing her heels, and I feasted my eyes on her long, gorgeous legs and the innocent-looking lace at the juncture of them.

“Better than I ever could’ve hoped for,” I said as I kicked my own shoes off and rid myself of the rest of my clothes. “Bring that over here.”

Chloe

Looking at Holden fully clothed on an average day usually gave me a jolt of attraction. Seeing him stretched out in front of me, naked, hard, motioning me to come to him? It was like my whole universe was knocked off-kilter.

The way he was looking at me, with heavy lids and a sensual hunger, made my breasts heavy with need. The hollow ache deep within me peaked to a needful throb as I stepped toward him, keeping my heels and lingerie on, thankful I’d made the effort to order the bridal set even though I hadn’t planned on this happening. It gave me added confidence. I knew men, in general, at least the ones I’d slept with, found my body attractive, but this was Holden. There was more to it than physical parts and potential orgasms, regardless of what we told ourselves.

That thought sparked a tiny pulse of doubt, so I blocked it out, focused on his reaction to my physical parts as I closed the two feet between us. I moved between his legs where he sat on the edge of the mattress.

His arms closed around me, and his palms covered my butt, as if he’d been dying to verify it was a thong I wore. He kneaded my cheeks, his fingers flirting with a spot deep between my thighs. He ran his tongue around my belly button and pressed kisses to my abdomen for long, maddening seconds as I longed for him to touch me where I was throbbing and damp with need for him.