Just for This Moment (Wishful 4)

“Well, this night just gets better and better.”

Holy hell, that hungry, predatory look on his face was a turn-on.

He seemed to scrape together some semblance of the civilized as he crossed back over to her, sliding his hands around her waist and drawing her to him. “I’ve been fantasizing about getting you out of this dress.”

She was absolutely on board with that. Naked was exactly where she wanted to be in short order. “Oh yeah? How does that fantasy go?”

“Something like this.” He turned her so that he could get at the laces of the bodice. “Have I mentioned, I’m glad you left your hair down? So soft and lovely.” He scooped it over one shoulder, running his fingers through the strands before applying his mouth to the sensitive skin of her neck, one hand flattened against her belly.

Piper felt her inner thighs loosen, wishing he’d take that hand either lower or higher. Or both. Without the barrier of the dress.

As if sensing her thoughts, he went to work on the laces, tugging them free of the loops, one by one, until the bodice loosened. “At first I was annoyed by the laces because, talk about inefficient. But then I realized that it forces me to slow things down, build anticipation.”

“I’m not sure I can take too much more anticipation.”

She felt his smile against the bare skin of her shoulders.

“Oh, I think you can take quite a bit more, Mrs. Stewart.” Those glorious, strong hands slid inside the dress to wrap around her torso, pulling her flush against him until she could feel his erection against her hip.

Impatient, Piper pressed back against him, satisfied at his groan. His palms slid up her body to cup her breasts. Her breath hissed out. Thank God the dress hadn’t allowed for a bra. The cut and boning of the dress allowed just enough room for his hands to stroke and knead, pearling her nipples. There was something thrilling about being touched this way, intimate, but still mostly dressed.

“What happens next in this fantasy of yours?” she gasped, reaching back to grab his ass and pulling him more firmly against her.

“I get to play explorer.”

“Explorer?”

“Mmm.” Myles shifted, trailing one hand lower, down the slope of her abs, until his fingers grazed the waistband of her panties.

Piper whimpered, wanting him to keep going, but the cut of the dress didn’t leave room.

He tsked softly. “This will never do.”

“Then you’d better take it off.” Please God, make it fast.

He freed his hands, working the dress over her hips, until it puddled in the floor. She stepped out of it and her heels, using his hand for balance, until she stood before him in nothing but the lace thong and her pearls.

Myles’ eyes went dark with desire, skimming down her body with stark appreciation. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

He spun her again, pulling her back against his chest and resuming his dual exploration, one hand loving her breasts, the other sliding beneath the waistband of her panties. As his hand dipped lower, fingers slipping between her folds, he sucked the shell of her ear into his mouth. Piper moaned, pressing into his palm, wanting, needing more of his touch. One finger slipped slowly inside her.

He lost some of his control, burying his face against her neck and holding her pinned against him. “God, you’re so wet. This just got a thousand times better than my fantasy.”

Her hips bucked, wanting so much more of him inside her. “More,” she demanded.

“I did promise anything.” He added a second finger to the first, stroking slowly in and out, spreading the moisture until his hand was drenched with it and she could barely stand.

“I think it’s time we switched over to my fantasy,” she gasped.

“I’m game. How does yours go?” He gave another curl of his fingers, rubbing over her clit with his thumb and making her clench around him.

“Mine involves a whole lot more naked. Get out of those clothes.”

“As you wish.” Between one blink and the next, he’d shed his shirt. Two more and he was naked. “Please tell me your fantasy involves my mouth on every inch of you.”

Piper backed toward the bed. “Maybe with special attention to a few particular inches, south of the equator. Since you’re in the mood to explore.”

“Hell yes.”