Page 28 of Beastly Mr. Buchanan
“Go ahead and shower before food gets here,” I say as I turn and place a folded t-shirt and sweatpants into her arms.
“Declan…” She glances between me and the stack of clothes.“This isn’t going to fit me,” she says.
I cross my arms over my chest and lean against the custom shelves.
“Why not?”
She sighs, drapes the pants over her shoulder, and lifts the shirt in front of her.
“Because I have breasts,” she grumbles as she studies the shirt.
My mouth waters.I long to see her naked, but if all she’s ready to give me is walking around in my shirt, I’ll take it.
“Do you normally sleep in bras?”I ask.
“A sports bra.Sometimes,” she mumbles, almost as though she forgot I exist.
Unable to resist, I hinge at the waist until my face is level with hers.
“How about you take that one off then decide which shirt you want to wear?I can keep my hands to myself,” I lie.
She stiffens and lifts wide eyes to mine.Less than an inch away, her startled breath teases my lips.After a moment of uncertainty, a wicked smirk graces her lips.Magma pulses in my balls, and my cock jerks in my trousers.Pain streaks up from my pinched shaft, but Karey holds me immobile with her eyes.
“I’ll pretend you didn’t say that,” she murmurs.
With my heart in my throat and desperation pounding through me, I remain as still as a statue as she turns around, tosses my pants onto the nearby bench, swoops her hair off her back, and meets my stare over her shoulder.
“A little help?”she coaxes.
She gives a suggestive look downward with a little wiggle of her shoulders.
Holy shit, she wants me to unclasp her bra.My hard on pulses and tests the structural integrity of my pants.In complete awe of her perfection, I slip both hands under her shirt and bite back a groan at the soft, smooth, warm skin of her back.I skim my palms up either side of her spine and trace the edges of her bra straps, exploring every inch of offered flesh.
She doesn’t complain when I skip the clasp and continue up to her shoulders, taking liberties she didn’t give and splaying my hands over her upper back.I relish her sharp inhale when I reach around and tease the sides of her breasts.
“I’m sorry, can you not find the clasp?This doesn’t bode well for other areas of my body,” she goads.
Dozens of expletives run through my mind at her quip, but I chuckle, hook my fingers around her bra strap, and tug her closer.
She shivers as I brush my lips along the shell of her ear.
“Don’t worry, cupcake, I’ll enjoy tasting, teasing, and taking every inch of you,” I promise.
I enjoy the view of her heaving breasts down her shirt.She reaches up and teases my earlobe with her fingertips.
“I’m not worried.I know how to lead my beast where I want him,” she whispers.
I growl, unhook her bra, and reach for her hips, but she slips away, snatching up the sweatpants, and stops in the doorway before I can grab her.
“Shower and dinner first.Then dessert… for both of us.”
I stare in delighted disbelief as she blows me a kiss and disappears into the bathroom.
Good goddammit, if she walks out in that semi-sheer white blouse without a bra underneath, I will one hundred percent bust a nut in my pants.
I adjust myself and curse under my breath but smile as I grab a set of sweats for myself and head to the guest bathroom.
Rubbing one out in the shower offers minimal relief, but at least I shouldn’t embarrass myself by coming too soon.
