When Staci Takes Charge (Leave Your Shoes On 2)

The breath escaped her in one long rush. “Oh-kay.”

He stared at her a few, tense seconds more. Then he gripped the hem of his tank and stripped it off.

The breath did not return to Staci. Her eyes, however, did pop.

Holy. Hell.

He was even more magnificent than she’d imagined.

“So now I see where you channel all your energy. All your sexual energy,” she amended.

“Helps to work out regularly.”

“Yes, you clearly take your health and wellness seriously.” She tried to school her expression so she didn’t appear so astonished. Forced herself not to fan her flushed face with a hand. “Um…I’m not exactly sure what to do with all that.” She swirled a finger in the air, in his general direction, indicating all the rigid sinew and tanned skin. “But I’m certainly willing to experiment.”

He had well-defined pecs and cut abs. She suddenly craved to lick every gorgeous inch of him.

“You’re amusing.” He gave her a heart-stopping half-grin.

“No. I’m basically mind-blown and trying not to be ridiculously tongue-tied.”

“Well, you won’t have to worry about that if I start kissing you again.”

“Please, God,” she breathed. “Please start kissing me again.”

He did. Only he didn’t begin with her lips.

Oh, no.

This incredibly sexy man knelt before her. Slowly slid his hands up the backs of her calves as his lips skimmed over one of her shins.

Staci flattened a hand against the door at her back to steady herself as tremors of delight moved through her. When his mouth crested her knee and reached her thigh, she threaded her fingers through his hair.

His tongue made little swirls on the inner portion, teasing the sensitive flesh. Which quivered.

“Nick,” she said on a soft whimper.

He nipped gently.

She let out a small cry of pleasure. Everything inside her lit up, brighter than the strobes earlier in the evening.

He didn’t give her a moment’s reprieve. His head rose, and his hands disappeared under her nightie to push the material upward. Then his lips skated over the satin triangle covering the apex of her legs. She felt his heat, his breath, his mouth at the heart of her. Her fingers tightened around the strands she fisted.

He licked her slowly, erotically. Then suckled.

The blood pumped faster through her veins. Her knees nearly buckled.

He continued kissing his way up her body. Over her stomach, along her ribcage, to the inner swells of her breasts. He raised the nightie higher. His tongue caressed her skin. Then fluttered over a hard nipple.

Staci was on fire.

He drew the tight bud into his mouth.

“Fuck,” she ground out.

He released her nipple. His warm breath further teased the tingly point as he whispered, “Exactly.”

He straightened and whisked the nightie over her head, letting it drop to the floor. His gaze locked on hers as his fingers hooked in the thin strands at her hips and tugged her thong down. Letting it, too, fall to the floor.