Page 33 of Meet Me In The Dark

Broad.

Heavier breath drifts against my cheek, and my stomach flips.

“I…uh…I,” I stutter over my words, searching somewhere for an ounce of confidence.

“Tell me what you want.”

I blow out a slow breath. “I want you to touch me.”

His thumb strokes across my cheek—the first real touch—and my breath escapes in a shudder. My nipples tighten beneath the delicate fabric of my dress,painfully aware that he can see everything. Every response. Every weakness.

A soft hum of satisfaction rumbles low in his throat. “You’re beautiful.”

My lips part—maybe to say thank you, maybe to deflect—but before I can speak, his touch drifts lower. It’s a torturous path over my collarbone and down the center of my stomach before he circles back up, tracing the swell of my ribs, until his knuckles brush the underside of my breast.

He pauses. “Are you sure?”

I think if he stops touching me, I might die on this spot. “Y-yes.”

In the next breath, I feel the lightest touch over my nipple through the dress, and a sharp pulse cracks through me.

I bite down on my lip, but this time there’s a firmer stroke that drags over the hardened point.

The moan that rushes out of me is helpless and far from quiet.

“Tell me.” Then comes the pressure of a subtle pinch, sharp enough to draw a cry from my throat. “Do you like it when I touch you like that?”

“Yes,” I pant, sounding too far gone to care.

He presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the base of my throat.

I’m shaking from the inside out.

This isn’t just arousal.

It’s need.

His mouth hovers beside my ear. “Are you wet for me?”

The question sends a jolt through my chest, and much, much lower.

“Yes.”

“I’m going to take off your dress now. Is that okay?”

I nod, swallowing hard. “Yes.”

His fingers trail lightly down my back until they find the zipper. With one swift movement, the silk slides down my body like water, and cool air kisses my skin.

My first instinct is to cover myself, but before I can move, I hear his voice.

“Look at you.” There’s a breath of silence. “So fucking beautiful.”

A full-body tremor rushes through me before his heat wraps around every inch of bare skin.

Taking my hand, he wraps it around his. “Do you want to show me how wet you are?”

I can hardly catch my breath when I say, “Yes.”