about it, but his voice was rough and husky.
What the hell had she gotten herself into?
She’d chosen a short, denim dress that hugged her curves, buttoned down the front and flared in a slight a-line she thought was flattering. She’d left the top two buttons open to give a hint of cleavage and the bottom two undone which provided glimpses of her now smooth thighs when she moved. That left only three buttons that held the entire dress on her. She’d thought it looked sexy, young and accessible, but perhaps she should have gone for something more alluring, more sophisticated? What she wouldn’t give to see his reaction if she could have said she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Hello to you, too,” she managed.
“Sorry,” Sam added when she didn’t move from her stance by his front door. “I’m not up for any preliminaries. I want you so badly I’m seriously about to split the seams on these pants.”
He was still dressed as he’d been at the office, but he’d removed his jacket and tie and rolled up his sleeves. He didn’t sound the least apologetic, but at his comment, Jillian couldn’t help but center her gaze between his legs. She could see the ridge that could only come from a massive erection.
Oh God .
Hoping like hell he didn’t notice the tremors in her hands, Jillian reached up under her dress and tugged off her panties. She cringed. She knew the move probably looked awkward, not to mention downright demure. Before she could decide what she was going to do with them, Sam stepped forward and grabbed them from her. She watched, mesmerized as he raised the black satin thong up to his nose and inhaled deeply. His jaw clenched, his lids flickered and Jillian shook at the look in his eyes.
“ Fuck . You smell incredible.”
He flung them aside and grasped her hand. Without taking his eyes from hers, he walked backward, pulling her with him farther into the house until he sat down in a large arm chair.
Her heart thundered so strongly it was almost deafening. She tried to calm herself by taking a few slow breaths, but her stomach felt like it did on the plunges of a roller coaster, only it never ended, and it was impossible to catch her breath.
Bracketing her hips with his hands, he stretched his long legs out in front of him between hers and eased her forward slowly.
“As soon as I saw you in this dress, I knew what I was going to do.”
Jillian trembled as he began to undo the buttons, one slow tug at a time. She hadn’t worn a bra, she hadn’t needed to, and soon she stood bared before him, the dress hanging open from her shoulders.
“Christ, look at you.”
Jillian sighed at the look in his eyes and the reverence in his voice. She’d never seen that look from another guy before, she was sure of it. It was completely focused on her, watching her every move and more than liking what he saw. His gaze wandered over her full aching breasts, across her abdomen and centered between her legs. It gave her an incredible sense of empowerment. He wanted her. Really wanted her , and he made no attempt to hide it. All of her unease vanished in an instant.
He skimmed the folds between her legs with the back of his hand and she felt heat and moisture bloom for him. “You’re completely bare, silky, so soft and smooth. Beautiful ,” he breathed.
She kept her eyes open and trained on his with difficulty. She hadn’t had the time to get a wax. She’d shaved though, as close as she could. She’d tried to leave a tantalizing line of hair, but had screwed it up and ended up taking it all off. Now she was fiercely glad.
“I need to taste. Come here.”
Oh God, oh God.
Jillian jumped at the sensation of his hot breath against the skin of her abdomen as his hands urged her forward and he leaned in. He licked her in a slow, long swipe along the crease of her leg where it met her body, as if she was some tasty treat he was savoring.
She quivered when he groaned. She gasped when his tongue traced up