“I do.” Her smile was lust-filled.
Her hands were ready to undo her jeans, but I pounced on them. “Here, let me help you with that.”
There was something about her.
I wanted to undress her like I was unwrapping a Christmas present. I wanted to uncover and enjoy each part of her body at my pace. Perhaps I feared I couldn’t handle too much of her all at once.
When I undid her jeans, she raised her hips, enabling me to pull them down and off, along with her socks.
For a moment, I rubbed her feet while I drank in the sight of her lying on my bed. Then slowly, I stroked up her legs with my hands and my lips, moving up to the very top where a tiny piece of fabric covered her.
My fingers teased her over the damp cloth, and I watched her breath hitch.
“Now, Kayla, it’s about time I helped you out of your top. Is that okay?” I asked.
She moaned as I stroked along the valley where her legs met her torso before grasping her cotton T-shirt and yanking it up over her head, revealing a pink bra and soft, snow-white skin.
“Sports bra, nice.” I hoped she didn’t think I was sarcastic. I meant it. She had a way about her that made casual clothing seem special and sexy.
“Er, there’s a lot of hustle going on in a commercial kitchen; it can feel like I’m a sports player at times. And when you’re, uh, a certain level of endowed, sometimes it’s better to keep everything in place.”
“Nothing wrong with practicality. It’s just another thing that makes you you. And it’s something I like about you.”
I rained kisses down over her body, worshiping her like she deserved and feeling extremely lucky to have her in my home and beneath me.
She could so easily have walked away from this, but then I would have shown up at that bar every night until she either gave me a chance or made it clear I had no hope.
Her skin smelled like heaven. She might have come from work, but she smelled beautiful.
I kissed over her soft, curvy stomach and down over the front of her blue panties.
“Oh God, I’m having a Bridget Jones moment,” she said.
I looked at her. “Pardon?” I had no idea what or who she was talking about.
“Oh, never mind,” she said and bit her lip in the sexiest way as she watched me intently. “Practical underwear, not matching. Not sexy.”
“Kayla, this underwear is very sexy, because you’re wearing it. You make everything sexy,” I assured her. How could she not know that?
I had to sit up, take a breath and focus if I was going to impress her. Get my arousal in check. I wasn’t a kid, for fuck’s sake, so I didn’t need to act like one. I pulled her up close to me as I fumbled about, wondering how to remove her bra.
“Here,” she said.
And a second later, it fell loose around her arms, and two seconds later, it was on my bedroom floor. Three seconds later, my face worshipped her voluptuous curves. I sucked on one of her nipples while squeezing both breasts.
Kayla may have had a point and about the sort of women we football players usually scored. They were all fake tan, fake tits, and washboard stomachs. Kayla was none of that and so much better for it. So much more feminine and sexy.
Right down to the texture, taste, and scent, she was all womanly sweetness, the like of which I’d never experienced before. And so much better than anything I’d previously experienced.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I heard myself voicing my thoughts aloud.
She giggled. “You’re not bad, either.” Her hands, which had been on my chest, moved up to my shoulders before slipping down my arms where they gripped my biceps.
She didn’t need to tell me what she wanted. Her body responded beautifully as her hips raised to meet me and her whimpering moans punctuated her heavy breathing.
Only thin blue panties came between us, and we both wanted them gone. But the way she reacted to my touches brought out the devil in me. I wanted to torture us both by delaying things just a little longer.
My fingers and mouth explored the edges of the fabric until I thought she might just rip the panties off herself in frustration. Her hard nub pressed against the other side of the increasingly damp cotton, and her response to the slow tease thrilled me.
When I tucked my fingers under the elasticized edging, they glided over her slick folds.
“Oh, yes,” she responded. The pitch of her voice seemed a little higher and the tone more urgent.
We’d waited long enough, and I don’t know why I’d waited that long to taste her.
I tugged off her panties and immediately lapped at the delicious film of natural lubricant that coated her lower lips.