Better than Sexy (The Sexy 3)

He’d just have to deal with Tanner and Jason later. He led her to the elevator and stepped through the doors the second they opened. Although desire was a low, heavy pounding inside him and he wanted nothing more than to press her against the wall again, they’d be upstairs quickly and he’d have her in his arms soon enough.

Finally, the doors reopened and they walked into the hall. Fumbling with the keys, she let them into the apartment, and he kicked the door closed behind them, then she dropped the keys on a foyer shelf and spun to face him.

His heart beat heavily in his chest as he took in her shapely body and those well-kissed lips, and his cock gave a jerk of approval. “Undress,” he said in a gruff voice. He knew better than to think he could get that tight material off her by himself.

She toed off her ballet slippers, then bit down on her lower lip, the tiny movement incredibly sexy. As he watched, she pulled at the rounded neck and slid one arm out of the stretchy material, then tugged again so she could free her other arm and expose her perfect breasts. No bra, her hard, perky nipples calling to him and causing his mouth to run dry.

He took half a step forward and she held out a hand.

“I’m not finished.” And with that statement, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her bodysuit and pulled it down, taking her lace stockings along with all that confining material.

She pushed it past her hips, then her thighs. And fuck him because she bent over and removed everything, kicking the clothing aside and standing before him gloriously naked. Her body was a sight to behold, small but perfect breasts, dusky tight nipples, and her pussy glistening, calling to him.

“Am I going to stand here naked by myself?” she asked in a teasing voice.

He grinned and let his sport jacket slide to the floor. She came to him, her nimble fingers quickly releasing his shirt buttons, pushing the material off his shoulders so it joined his jacket. She pressed her hands to his chest, her painted nails scraping over his nipples before her hands slid lower and she unhooked his pants and undid the zipper.

Before he could process her next move, she’d dipped her hand inside his boxer briefs and gripped his aching cock in her palm. “Mmm. Smooth. Hard. Is this all for me?”

“Every last inch.” He kissed her hard on the lips, and she released his dick, working instead on lowering his pants to the floor so he could kick them aside. Then he pulled her flush against him, skin to skin at last.

Her perky nipples pressed into his chest and she moaned. “Now this is more like it,” he muttered, savoring her warmth and the feel of her in his arms.

“How about a shower?” she asked.

He met her gaze.

“I just had a really long set and I could use one.” Her cheeks flushed an adorable pink at the request.

“Come.” Knowing the layout of the apartment, he took her hand and led her into the bedroom and adjoining bath.

While she ran the water, he traced the length of her spine with his hand, then followed it with his lips, feeling her tremble, knowing he was arousing her with the slightest touch.

They stepped under the warm water, and when she turned in his arms, he blanked out in utter bliss. The heat of her body, the softness of her skin, the way she fit against him … all perfect.

Breaking contact, he reached for the body wash, realizing he was going to smell like fruit when he was finished, but so would she. And he’d be the one who rubbed the suds over her creamy skin. He considered that a win.

He soaped up his hands and began a thorough cleaning, making sure he touched every inch of her flesh, from her pink-painted toes up over her legs, calves, knees, and thighs, pausing at the creases where her thighs met her pussy.

She gasped and grabbed his shoulders, holding on while he slid his fingers lightly over her sex, tracing his way around the delicate folds and landing on her clit.

“Landon,” she murmured, arching onto her toes, trying to get him to press harder.

He had no problem complying. “Do you like that?”

Taking her sigh of pleasure as a yes, he circled his slippery finger over her clit, back and forth, until her fingers were digging into his shoulders and she was rocking her hips in time to his movement.

He felt the moment she climaxed, her body stiffening and a low moan coming from the back of her throat. Nothing was better than the sound of a satisfied woman, he thought, holding on to her as she came, then sweeping a kiss over her mouth.