Page 113 of Stay With Me

He takes a sip, licks the cold foam off his lips, and then tastes it again. “Very sweet, but I like it.”

“Too sweet? I could add less syrup.”

“Maybe a little, but honestly, it’s still good.”

“The sweet, cold foam on top adds a layer of sweetness, so maybe I’ll put less syrup in the cup so it’s not so overwhelming.” I grab my phone and write myself a note for the next time I make it. “Okay, that was good feedback. You’ve earned another piece of clothing.”

“Hmm...” His tongue teases his bottom lip as his gaze lowers down the length of me. “Jeans.”

Just as I figured. He’s going to die when he sees the see-through lacy panties, garter belt, and black stockings.

I flick open the button before he stops me. “Do I at least get the honor of removin’ it for you?”

“If you think you can handle keepin’ your hands to yourself,” I tease and stand between his legs.

“Turn around,” he orders, and I put my back toward him.

He wraps his arms around my waist, lowers the zipper, and then oh-so-slowly slides my jeans to my ankles.

“Boots?” he asks.

“Depends if you want ’em on or off...” I glance over my shoulder and see him contemplating.

“On...for now.”

I kick them off so he can remove my jeans, then I slip the boots back on.

“Fuckin’ hell. You’re stunning, baby.” His labored breathing tickles my neck as he stands behind me. “Not touchin’ you is torture.”

I turn around so he can appreciate the full look and his eyes grow to saucers at what he sees. His arms are behind his back as if he has to physically restrain himself from reaching for me and that level of respect from a man isn’t something I’ve ever had. I teasingly tell him no touching and he’s ready to cuff his wrists back so he doesn’t cross the boundary I set.

When his heated gaze burns me from the inside out, I’ve never wanted his touch more than I do right now.

“I’m about to get on my knees and beg you to let me kiss you right now.”

The desperation in his voice has me cracking. I wrap my arms around his neck, pull his head down, and crash our mouths together. His needy hands circle my waist, and he yanks me flush against his body with a relieved moan. The hardness beneath his jeans pokes into my stomach and my heart hammers at the anticipation of finally giving all of myself to him.

Tripp lifts my ass and my legs wrap around him as he settles me on the counter. Our mouths stay glued together as his hands explore my body, cup my breasts, and wander down to the garter piece.

“As beautiful as you look in this, I want to rip it off and kiss every inch of your skin.”

“Just don’t ruin it. Fisher paid for it.”

Tripp freezes mid-touch and kiss. Welp, shouldn’t have let that bit slip.

The corners of my lips tilt up as I wait for him to process what I just said.

Finally, he swallows hard. “Not sure I like the idea of another man payin’ for my girlfriend’s lingerie.”

“To be fair, I wasn’t your girlfriend at the time he did.” I shrug as if that’s explanation enough.

“And why exactly did my sister’s new husband buy it for you?”

I chuckle at his serious tone. “Are you jealous?”

“Sunny.” His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls my ass to the edge of the counter. “I’m holdin’ back every ounce of restraint not to go all caveman on your ass, so you better just tell me before my imagination runs wild.”

Lowering my hand between us, I rub my palm over his erection and he groans. Then because I want him to very much lose control, I tell him the truth about Fisher asking me for help and letting me pick out my own.