Page 184 of The Sweetest Return

“Been looking like this all night,” I said against her mouth.

“You liked the dress.”

“I liked what was under it.”

Her laugh barely made it out before I kissed down her jaw and found her neck.

She smelled like perfume and heat. Like flowers and want and Imani trying to hold herself together for public consumption. I put my mouth on the side of her throat and sucked, slow at first, then harder when her head tipped back and her nails grazed my scalp.

“Oh God.”

That was better.

Her back hit the wall beside the lamp, and the little table rattled. Somewhere behind us, a box shifted like it had an opinion.

I didn’t care.

I cupped both of her breasts, feeling the lace scrape my palms, feeling the tight points of her nipples and the metal through the fabric. Her breath started breaking while I played with her through the bra, thumbs circling, pressing, teasing until her hips rolled forward looking for relief I had not given her yet.

“So sensitive,” I murmured.

Her eyes were half-closed. “Baby.”

That nearly took me out.

I pulled one cup down and her breast spilled into my hand, full and warm, nipple hard, ring shining. I lowered my mouth and fed on her, sucking deep enough to make her knees soften.

“Please.”

I smiled against her skin. “Please what?”

Her nails pressed into my head. “Don’t stop.”

So I didn’t.

I gave that breast everything she asked for, tongue circling the ring before I tugged it gently with my teeth. Her whole body jerked.

“Ah, fuck.”

“That do something to you?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

She looked down at me, mouth open, eyes bright and a little helpless.

“My pussy.”

I kissed the center of her chest, then pulled the other cup down and took my time with that nipple too. She shivered as soon as my tongue touched her, hips pushing forward again, breath coming faster while I tugged the ring and sucked until she was holding my head like she wanted to keep me there and climb out of her own skin at the same time.

My hand slid down her stomach. Over soft skin. Past the little tremor in her belly.

Down to the front of her panties.

The plum lace was warm.

Damp.