Her lips parted as her gaze followed his hands. He took his time unbuttoning his shirt, giving her time to process what was about to happen. His mother had raised him to be a gentleman, to never pressure anyone or to move too fast—something he used not only in the bedroom, but in his everyday life, as well, because he didn’t want anyone coming to him later on with regrets.
Especially not his Sam.
Shrugging his shoulders, he let his shirt hit the floor with his jacket.
Time to lose his pants.
Reaching the bottom of her shirt, she lifted it up.
“Don’t,” he commanded, his voice low.
She froze. “Why not?”
“I want to do it.”
He’d take his time, too. Sam was a present he wanted to relish unwrapping. He refused to rush or deny her even a second of the pleasure he could give her.
Her hands dropped. “O-Okay.”
His heart pounded so hard and fast he couldn’t hear anything but his crushing need to have her in his arms. He undid his button, letting his pants join the rest of his clothing as he stood there wearing nothing more than a pair of boxer briefs. Pink infused her cheeks as she pressed her thighs together. Without hesitation, he rolled his boxers down his thighs, removed them, and stood straight.
Completely naked.
She sucked in a breath, readjusting her position, her thighs falling open slightly. “W-Wow.”
After walking to the dresser, he pulled out a condom. She opened her arms to him, welcoming him. That enthusiasm was the best thing he’d seen in…well…maybe ever.
Ignoring her open arms, he climbed onto the bed at the bottom, starting at her feet. Slowly, he lifted her ankle to his chest, locking eyes with her. She swallowed, shivering as his fingers brushed the skin above her ankle.
Dragging the edge of his nail over her skin, he relished the way she tried to move closer to him. He held her foot in place, lowering it to his lap as he skimmed his fingers over her calf, behind her knee, and back to her bare foot before doing the same to her other leg.
By the time he finished exploring her calf, she breathed quickly, and her body language spoke of an impatience he had no intention of listening to. As he moved up her body, his fingers followed, touching everywhere they could as they slid under her pencil skirt. Every sigh, every little noise she made, begged him for more, but he held back. This would be memorable, dammit.
Lowering her skirt, he was immediately rewarded with more skin. She was so flawlessly smooth, so tantalizing and soft. He slipped between her thighs, his fingers tracing a path he had every intention of following with his mouth. Over her calf, around her knee, up her inner thigh. He traced her lines through her panties, gently touching her core, and she moaned, letting her knees fall open in an unspoken invitation.
When he slid his hands under her shirt to lift it out of his way, she let out a low groan of frustration. “Taylor—”
“Nothing you say or do will make me do this any faster,” he said, his tone even and steady despite the need coursing through his veins. “I don’t rush. I don’t lose control. I take my time.”
To lose control was a weakness.
She bit her lower lip. “But—”
“No buts.” He caught her chin. “I never let myself forget what I’m doing in bed, and today I’m blowing your fucking mind. I’ll take my time, go slow, and by the time I’m buried inside you, you’ll thank me for not losing my cool. Trust me.”
A soft whimper escaped her when he slid her shirt over her head.
Her hard nipples fought against the confines of her sheer bra. The desire to forget his game plan was strong, but he ignored it because he never veered off course. Instead, he skimmed his fingers over her rib cage, undoing the clasp of her bra with a flick of his wrist.
As he caressed her skin, he gently lowered the straps of her bra over her shoulders and arms. Her back arched as he dropped it on the floor with the rest of their clothing. She was so beautifully curvy, his Sam. Flawless in every way.
Time for him to get a taste of perfection.
He lowered his mouth to her shoulder, closing his eyes and savoring her taste as she moaned and wrapped her arms around him. A warmth filled his chest, one he’d never known before.
Sliding between her thighs, he pressed himself against the only barrier that stood between him and paradise—her black panties, which he’d carefully left in place. She spread her thighs, letting him in as he kissed a path down her collarbone and back up to her other shoulder, taking a second to skim his fingers over the curve of her breast.
She moaned, writhing beneath him. “Taylor.”