“Let me do that,” he said, pulling her hands down to her
side and moving behind her. He untied the halter straps
behind her neck, then touched the zipper. She nearly
jumped out of her skin when she felt his soft lips on her
back.
“Tell me something,” he rasped. “Did you wear this for
him? Your answer will determine how I take this dress off
of you.”
A thrill ran up her body. She tried to answer, but she
could barely breathe.
He moved his lips to the side of her neck, just below her
jawline, making a delicious trail of light, butterfly
kisses that electrified every nerve. When he reached
around and started caressing her breasts, she moaned in
satisfaction.
“Well, I’m waiting. Am I going to rip this dress right
off you so you can never wear it again, or am I going to
slide it off your body using only my teeth?”
Her thighs quivered at his sexy threat. Either way
sounded absolutely wonderful. She tried to regain some
sense of control so she could answer. “I didn’t wear for
it him because it wasn’t a date,” she admitted, scared
and excited about what he’d do to her for letting him
think it was. “He just wants me for my baking skills, to
work in his — ”
More words escaped her as she felt him pull the zipper
down with his teeth. Her breasts strained against her
black lace bra, the friction hardening her nipples. When
the dress finally fell to the floor, Eric’s mouth
traveled up her body. Her knees buckled when she felt
something wet and hot against the back of her thighs.
She groaned. And when he licked her, just along the seam
of her thong panties, she groaned even louder. Eric’s
mouth on her skin was beyond anything she could’ve ever
imagined. Heat flared wherever he touched her, however he
touched her. She wasn’t just melting. She was combusting.