The Proposal & Solid Soul - Brenda Jackson [129]
She stared at him, confused. How was he going to strip her bare while sitting down? “Kylie?”
Deciding she would soon find out, she crossed the room to him.
“Lift your leg in my lap so I can take off your shoes.”
She did what he asked and he took off her shoes one at a time. When she was about ready to place her foot back on the floor, he kept it in his lap, resting against his hard erection while he slid his hand up her leg a little farther, going underneath her dress to touch the center of her thighs, only to discover her panty hose was a barrier.
Apparently deciding a pair of Hanes wouldn’t stop him from doing what he wanted, he placed her foot on the floor then eased to the edge of the sofa and reached both hands under her dress to work the panty hose down her hips. She stepped out of them and then kicked them aside.
“Now put your right leg back in my lap.”
Again she did as he requested and this time he was able to slide his hand a little farther up her leg than before. She moaned out loud when his finger touched her center and slowly stroked her.
“Ahh, just as I thought,” he leaned in closer to say. “You aren’t wearing any panties.”
His words hardly registered. All she could think about was the feel of his fingers inside of her, making her even wetter.
“Let me see just what else you aren’t wearing tonight, Kylie.”
Before she could gather her next breath, he reached up with his free hand and yanked the top part of her dress down. Her breasts spilled free right in his face.
“Place your hands on my shoulders, bend your knee a little more and lean toward me.”
The moment she did so, he captured a breast in his mouth and his tongue stroked it, just like his fingers were stroking her.
She clutched at his shoulders, unable to hold back just how his mouth and fingers were making her feel. Chance definitely knew how to work both ends at the same time. She was melting from the inside out. If he continued doing this for much longer she doubted even his shoulders would be able to support her.
He let go of her breast and leaned forward. “Are you ready for me, Kylie?” he whispered hotly in her ear.
Unable to answer, she nodded.
“That’s good because I’ve been ready for you all day. And tonight at dinner it was hard for me not to spread you out on the table and make you the only entrée I wanted to feast on.”
At his words an all-consuming need raced through her body and she cried out his name when she felt the first sign of an explosion on the horizon. “Chance, I need you.”
“And where do you need me, baby?”
“Inside of me,” she whispered.
He suddenly lifted her in strong arms, and she closed her eyes and pressed her face against his chest.
Her eyes opened when she felt herself being placed on a hard, solid surface. He had sat her on his kitchen counter. “Chance?”
He smiled as he began taking off his shirt and removing his pants. “When I saw you in here today, standing in this very spot, I knew I had to do this. I want to take you right here. Right now,” he said, quickly putting on a condom.
“Here? Now? Are you serious?”
“Oh, yes.”
He then pulled her dress over her head and tossed it to the floor to join his own discarded clothing. Before she could say another word, or let out another breath, he took hold of her hips, opened her thighs and guided his shaft inside of her.
And then the thrusting began. She wrapped her arms around his neck as delicious sensations began engulfing her. “This is insane,” she said, leaning forward and nipping the corner of his mouth.
“No,” he said in a husky voice as his body continued to mate with hers. “This is a dream come true. A fantasy in the making. So enjoy.”
And she did. He drew her closer and she spread her legs wider to accommodate him. He kissed her deeply. Then he released her mouth to pay homage to her breasts again, flicking his tongue across each nipple, sucking one and then the other, causing a