Page 116 of Touch the Sky

“Yeah, but I think you like it,” she drawls.

I yank the bra up, and the smirk drops right off her face.

“Fuck,” she hisses.

I toss the bra over my shoulder. My nipples are so hard they hurt. Tess is gawking at them like she’s staring at the gates of heaven. I feel my cheeks heat up even as I keep trying to play it cool.

“Worth the wait?” I ask.

Instead of answering, she sits up so fast I almost topple over the edge of the bed. Her arms lock around my waist to hold me upright, and then her mouth locks onto my nipple.

I swear.

A lot.

“Câlice, you’re good at that,” I groan.

I feel her smile against my skin. “Had to return the favor.”

She works her mouth all over my chest, licking and sucking and kissing until my legs are shaking and the only thing holding me up are her arms still squeezing around my waist.

“I think you still have some clothes on,” I say after threading my fingers through her hair and tugging her head back.

She smirks up at me. “And what exactly do you want to do about that?”

I push on her shoulders, and this time, she lets herself topple down onto the bed. I plant my feet on the floor and lean over her, reaching for the button of her jeans.

“I told you I’d strip you,” I tell her.

I tug the zipper down and then hook my fingers over the waistband to start sliding the jeans down her hips. She wiggles around to help me, and after some awkward maneuvering, I’vefinally got the damn pants in my hands while she lays stretched out in front of me in just a plain pair of grey briefs.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter, drinking the sight of her in.

Her arms are bulging with rock hard muscles, but her stomach is beautifully soft, with a few silvery stretch marks to match the ones on the tops of her breasts.

I trace my thumbs along the ridges of her hips, and she gasps, arching into my touch.

“These too?” I say, raising an eyebrow as I snap the waistband of the briefs.

She nods, and I peel them down her hips and then her thighs.

My mouth literally waters.

She has a gorgeous patch of thick, dark curls and what has to be the most incredible pussy I’ve ever seen. I clench my hands into fists around her underwear as I fight the urge to forget all about foreplay and just bury my face between her legs right this second.

“Do you have any idea how good you look?” I ask.

She gives me a confused look, and I realize I spoke in French. My brain is frying just from staring at her.

“I asked if you know how fucking good you look,” I repeat in English.

She tugs her lip between her teeth and grins. “I thought you said something along those lines.”

It’s really not fair for her to bite her lip when I should be the one doing that for her. I finish peeling the underwear down her legs and then lean back over her, lowering myself to her mouth.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she says, pushing on my chest. “You still have some clothes on too.”

I’m done waiting. I can’t play coy and I can’t do patient when Tess is literally spread out naked in front of me, so I take matters into my own hands. I take a step back from the bed to rip the rest of my clothes off in record time.