She lifted her arms high above her head to aid him in his task. Anticipation had every nerve ending in her body firing on all cylinders, leaving her skin hypersensitive to each and every touch.
The slight brush of his fingertips against her exposed belly. The way he paused to tease the bottom swells of her bare breasts with the backs of his knuckles. Every point of contact was like a bolt of lightning to her system, adding to the already-heightened anticipation of what Scottie knew was about to transpire.
Chase pulled back, ending the kiss so he could pull the shirt up over her head. He tossed it to the side, not bothering to see where it landed. Instead, his eyes immediately returned to hers.
They lowered. First to her mouth and then…lower.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he practically growled.
Rather than wait for him to make the move himself, Scottie took his hand in hers and slowly placed it over one of her breasts. Her breath hissed as he moved in closer.
The fingers on that same hand finding her nipple hard enough to cut through glass. He brought his free hand to the remaining breast, giving it the same glorious attention as its twin.
Scottie closed her eyes, her head tilting slightly to one side. When the pleasure from that alone threatened to become too much, she looked at him once again.
“You’re overdressed,” she purred.
“Am I?”
With a nod, she reached up and began sliding Chase’s opened shirt off his broad shoulders. He dropped his hands to allow the shirt to fall free from his arms.
A whisper of a sound filled the room as the cotton garment landed around his booted feet. When she realized he was still wearing his shoes, Scottie was hit with an idea. A wonderfullysinfulidea.
She took a step to the right, seamlessly turning them both so his back was to the bed instead of hers.
“Why are you?—”
“Shhh…” She knelt down before him.
“Scottie, you don’t have to?—”
“Take off your boots?” She looked up at him with a smirk. Working to unlace one, she shrugged a bare shoulder and said, “I know. But you have to admit”—she moved on to the next boot—“you’ll probably be much more comfortable doing this without them.”
A deep chuckle filled the air around them as he allowed her to remove first one boot and then the other. Reaching down, Chase hastily removed his socks. But when he reached for the waistband of her shorts, Scottie put the next stage of her plan in motion.
“Ah, ah, ah…” She waved her index finger back and forth with a shake of her head.
Before he could respond, Scottie put both of her palms square across his chest and gave the mouthwatering man a gentle push. The unexpected move took Chase off guard, throwing him off balance enough for her to ensure he fell the rest of the way down.
“Hey!” The mattress bounced beneath his weight. “What was that for?”
“That?” Scottie put a knee on the mattress and began crawling her way up the length of his muscular body. “That was for free.”
He chuckled at her silly joke, the deep sound reached deep inside to places only he had ever touched.
She straddled him, leaning down for another kiss. A low moan filled the base of her throat, from both the kiss and the massive bulge pressing against her sex from behind the man’s zipper.
They’d made out in high school, of course. Plenty of times, if she were being honest. But they’d never had sex. Never even saw each other naked, as a matter of fact.
But now…
His hands began to wander, sliding up and tracing the length of her spine. While he took his time exploring her back with his fingertips, Scottie tore her lips from his to move lower.
She pressed a trail of tiny kisses across his chin. Along his rugged jawline. Down the side of his neck and back up to his ear.
Chase moaned when she pulled the soft lobe between her teeth, his head falling back onto the mattress giving her even better access than before. Scottie gave the delicate flesh a playful nibble before moving her attention elsewhere.
The juncture where his neck and shoulders met. That little dip at the base of his throat.