Page 66 of Hottie on Her Shelf
“I think we’ve found yet another issue on which we’re in full agreement.” Fitz wrapped one corded forearm around her waist, lifted her off her feet, and spun her in a circle. “How about we see where else we can meet in the middle?”
Hallie chortled as she tipped her head back. “That’s a horrible pun.”
“Then I should stop talking.” He took advantage of her exposed neck to nibble a line of kisses from her earlobe to her collarbone. Combined with the spinning and her closed eyes, Hallie felt like she was floating, anchored only by his lips.
When Fitz put her down, she realized he’d unzipped the back of her dress. The ruffled straps dipped down to fall at her elbows and the front gaped open to reveal the pink and black polka-dotted bra she’d ordered from Victoria’s Secret the night Fitz first suggested they…explore spending time together.
“Oh, Hallie. That is one sexy bra. I’m torn between wanting to stare at you in it, and wanting to get you out of it.” He traced a finger along the lace-trimmed edge of it, raising goose bumps in his wake.
“I don’t know if it will help inform your decision-making, but”—she shimmied so the dress fell to the floor in a swoosh—“there’s matching panties.”
His eyes bugged wide for a split second.
First, Fitz used one hand to tug his shirt over his head. The motion exposed a muscled chest. Hallie almost wanted to stop and picture him at work raising and lowering the sails on his boat to create all those firm pecs and abs.
Second, he turned on his heel to cross to the tea tray. When he came back to her, he’d kicked off his shoes. And a devilish grin lit up his face. Then he slid whatever was in his hand beneath the top seam of her panties.
Fitz stepped back to hurriedly undo his belt and strip off his khakis. Hallie took the opportunity to look down. A small strip of hand-lettered card stock stuck out of her panties. Matching the theme and the tag on the decanter, it simply read Eat Me.
Hallie backed up until the edge of the chaise hit her calves. She had to do it by feel because there was absolutely no chance of her looking away from Fitz as he removed the navy boxer briefs. A dark gold line of hair arrowed down from his belly button.
She wanted to scrape her nails down it.
She wanted to lick it.
She wanted to grind against it.
She…wanted.
Hallie abruptly let her knees give in and sank onto the chaise. Because he was naked. And he was magnificent. Belatedly, Hallie remembered her plan. As he kicked away the briefs, she scrambled to get into position. Arms overhead, hanging off the curlicued frame, one leg hanging off the side and the other propped against the cushioned back in an open invitation.
If Fitz followed the instructional tag he’d so carefully placed.
But she was rewarded when he straightened. With a low growl, Fitz jumped onto the end of the chaise. Hallie squeaked, but as it rocked back and forth, he stroked the top of his head against her bare stomach, and she forgot all about the possibility that the entire thing might tip over.
He removed the tag with his teeth, then gave a sharp shake of his head to send it across the room. “You’ll find I’m excellent at following instructions.”
“Less talking, more doing.” Who even was she? Hallie never gave guidance during sex. Heck, Hallie never had sex with the late afternoon sun streaming through a wall of plate glass, either, but Fitz’s appreciation made her bold, eager.
And even though they hadn’t had sex yet, she was beyond certain that he wouldn’t make her regret a single out-of-character action or word, and that he’d just roll with whatever happened.
He scraped his teeth down the center of her panties. That was it. A single scrape had her writhing. Heat bloomed in all her extremities. All of ’em. Every last square inch of flesh and bone.
Hooking a single finger under the edge of her underwear, he slid them off one leg and left them dangling off her other ankle, as though he couldn’t take the time away from touching her to remove them fully.
She adored feeling so desired.
Flat and wide, his tongue swiped along her core. Once. Twice. The third time, Fitz added two fingers up and inside. At that point, Hallie was trembling with need, with being on the brink, with pleasure saturating every cell of her body.
Fitz rolled on the condom she hadn’t even noticed him retrieve. “This time, I think we’ll leave the bra on for my viewing pleasure, but be assured this is just the warm-up round. I’ll need to taste all of you in about five minutes.”
“What happens until then?” Hallie asked breathlessly.
“This.” Fitz drove into her, long and thick and in a smooth motion that had Hallie bowing completely off the chaise. He planted his hands just above her shoulders. “And this.” Then he kissed her, his tongue mirroring each stroke of his hips. In unison, their bodies moved together in a sensuous dance that came as naturally as breathing with him.
Hallie brought her hands down to knead her fingers into his ass. To urge him harder, faster, more.
Fitz obliged. He gave her everything she needed. The sweetness of his kiss contrasted with the rhythmic, insistent pounding of his lower body. And his deep groan let her know he was as close as she was.
