Earlier this year I read Play With Me, book one in this series. I reviewed it here. I also did a Smex Scene Sunday for that book. Book two, Risk & Reward comes out this Tuesday (I’ll review it) and I really enjoyed it. Book one ends with Tatiana and Wyatt happy, but book two goes further into their relationship and pushes them to communicate better. But enough with that. Onto the smex….
“Is the divider soundproof?”
“No. You’ll have to be quiet.”
Another woman might roll her eyes, get up, and tell her man to wait, in that case. She wasn’t other women. An illicit thrill shot through her. Oh, the joy of almost discovery.
Undressing for Wyatt hadn’t gotten old, because no matter what order she went in, what article of clothing she removed first, she was confident of his full and lustful attention. Still, she gave the task all due consideration. Should she begin with her skirt this time? No. She’d rather work her way up to the main event. Crossing her arms, she pulled the tank top over her head, revealing the purposefully virginal white lace bra she wore. Since starting to date Wyatt, her investment in white underwear had shot up. Only the fact that he ripped so many of them to pieces kept her lingerie drawers from overflowing.
“The bra, too.”
She obeyed, dragging the straps down her arms with the kind of hesitancy she figured a more innocent woman might display, pushing the cups below her breasts before unhooking the garment. The car went over a pothole, giving her flesh a bit of added jiggle.
Wyatt licked his lips, his hand going to his cock, squeezing it hard through his slacks.
“The skirt.” She had to tear her attention away from the rude rubbing he was giving his dick. Curling her fingers under the hem of her skirt, she pulled it up. Slow. Slow enough that it would torture him, but quick enough that he wouldn’t attack and shove it aside.
Part of the fun was the reveal.
He didn’t disappoint, freezing when her trimmed bush came into view. A low growl sounded in his chest. “
Were you bare-ass naked under this skirt for that whole flight?”
“Would that bother you?”
“That anyone could catch a glimpse of your snatch? Hell, yeah.”
“But wearing no panties makes things so much easier.” They were whispering now, quieter than they probably needed to be, lest the driver overhear.
“Like when I start thinking about you. I can reach under that thin little airline blanket and…” She trailed off, opening the lips of her pussy to bare herself to him.
“And what?” His words were still hoarse, but there was cold steel there. Annoyance and lust. The poor guy didn’t know whether to scold or fuck.
The best combination, because then he’d give her both.
She glanced up at him from under her lashes, full of faux coyness, a marked contrast to the way she held her pussy open for his hungry gaze. “You know.”
“I think I do know.” He gave a jerky nod to the seat that ran the length of the car. “Lie down.”
She got up and stretched out, raising her arms above her head. One foot she propped on the seat, the other flat on the floor. With her back arched and her legs open, the position was lewd and inviting. Like her.
“Is this good?”
He removed his suit jacket and left it folded neatly on the seat next to him. Crawling over, he came to kneel between her legs. “Perfect.”