Page 92 of Worth the Try
A feline grin crosses her face. “Sounds perfect.”
We reach the couch, and I set her down. “Turn around and let me unzip you.”
She starts to obey, then shakes her head. “Not yet.” She walks around the couch and settles into the center cushion. “You first. You in that tux is almost criminal.”
I raise an eyebrow. “You like this getup?”
She licks her lips and looks me up and down. “I do. And I’ll like it even better when it’s on the floor next to you.”
Without breaking eye contact, I toe off the too-tight shoes and pull off my socks. It’s not sexy, but damned if she doesn’t stop me before I do anything else.
“Next is the jacket.Onlythe jacket.”
I shrug it off, letting it fall to the floor.
“Now the cuffs.”
“Not the bowtie?”
She shakes her head. “Absolutely not. Cuffs. Undo them and roll them up your arms.”
“But—”
“I want those forearms on display, Ansel. Gimme.” She makes aget on with itmotion with her hands.
I laugh. “Who are you, and where did my sweet Elodie go?” But I do as she asks, undoing my cuffs and rolling them up for her inspection. “I feel ridiculous.”
She drags her gaze up my chest and finally meets my eyes, ravenous. “But you look incredible.”
“Can I take the shirt off now?”
She hums, making a show of thinking about it. “Turn around first. I need to see that thick rugby ass.”
I choke out a laugh but do as she commands. “Thick rugby ass? Seriously, whoareyou?”
“A woman who is taking the time to appreciate the fine specimen of a man she’s lucky enough to be with, that’s who.”
After a moment, I turn back around, clocking the adoration on her face even as she blushes.There she is.Slowly, I reach up to the bowtie, untying the knot and pulling it out with as much finesse as I can. Then I start on the buttons, undoing them one by one, absolutely riveted by Elodie. She’s tense, her body flushed, and her breasts, God fucking help me, they areheavingas she watches me.
This might be the hottest thing I have ever experienced in my life.
Actually, itis. No contest.
And since I’m just as turned on as she is by this entire thing, I stop when I get to my waist, spreading the shirt wide and letting her get a good look, before pulling the sides back together.
Her mouth clamps shut as her eyes meet mine.
I smile, then pull the shirt back apart. Her eyes drop to my chest, unmoving as I slide one part of the shirt out of my pants,then the other. I unroll the cuffs, delighting in how she licks her lips as I go, and finally let the shirt fall to the floor behind me.
She exhales. “Do you have any idea how hot you are?” She meets my eyes and lifts a weak hand at me. “Your body isinsane, Ansel. Your chest is…ugh. And your abs? Stupid. But it’s those muscles” —she gestures at the ones leading below my pants— “thoseare heaven-sent.”
I wink at her, then start taking off the belt. When it’s joined the rest of its compatriots on the floor, I unbutton and unzip the pants.
“That’s enough,” she says, then crooks a finger and beckons me with it.
“Yes, ma’am,” I smirk, closing the distance to her as she stands and turns.
“Unzip my dress.” She reaches to pull her hair around, but I stop her.
