Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
I’m about to come back in for another kiss, but she covers my lips with two fingers. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to delay gratification for a few more seconds and take a moment to appreciate how sexy you are without a shirt on. The last time you were shirtless, I was trying to make sure you weren’t going to bleed out from Prince Francis’s nails.”
“I’m more than happy to be the recipient of your appreciation.” Being around guys who are built like brick shit houses means sometimes I get self-conscious about my lack of beefiness. But Kitty somehow makes me feel like Adonis.
She runs her hands down my chest and back up. “Oh! We should be even, shouldn’t we?” Before I have a chance to unpack what that means, she pulls on the sleeve of her cardigan and tugs it free from her arm, then does a half wave with the other one, dropping it to the floor. She grabs the hem of her Kitty Whisperer T-shirt and yanks it over her head.
Under that shirt is a very sexy bra. It’s pink and gray cheetah print—which should not be a surprise at all—with pink lace trim. And the cleavage. Good God the cleavage. Kitty has an incredible body. And I want to put my hands and mouth on every inch of her.
“Miles?” Her voice is soft and uncertain.
“Huh?” I drag my gaze away from her chest and up to her face. On the way, I notice that her neck and chest have turned a slightly blotchy red color.
“Should I put my shirt back on?”
“What? No. Hell no. Why would you suggest such a thing?”
“You looked like a deer in headlights. And not in a good way.”
“Shit. Sorry.” I give my head a shake. “I got lost in how sexy you are and how much I’m looking forward to ogling your nipples the way they ogled me the last time I was shirtless.”
Kitty grins. “Oh, that’s good. They’d actually be doing that right now if they weren’t hidden behind layers of fabric and padding.”
“Should we set them free and give them what they want?” I arch a brow. “And what I want, too, obviously.”
Kitty nods and her hands move to her chest, which is when I realize it’s a front clasp bra.
“I could do it. If you’re okay with that.”
“I am. It’s a bit tricky, though.” Her cheeks flush pink.
“If my struggle becomes embarrassingly long, you can help me out?”
“Okay.” She nods once and rolls her shoulders back, jutting her chest toward my face.
As much as I want to dive right in and flick that clasp open, I slow things down. This is an experience I want to savor, a slow unveiling. I skim along her sides and wrap my hands around her waist, thumbs sweeping along the underside of her bra. I lean in and kiss her collarbone, then dip down and drag my lips along the lace edge before I sit back and follow the same path with my fingers until they meet at the clasp.
“Fold it out toward you, then one side goes up and the other goes down,” Kitty whispers.
“Thanks for the tutorial.” I slip a single finger under the clasp and do exactly what she says. At first, I go in the wrong direction, but it only takes me a second to realize it opens the other way. The two sides separate, and I grip them in my fingers, holding them together.
I lift my gaze to Kitty’s. Her chest rises and falls with anticipation.
“This feels a lot like unwrapping a Christmas present,” I tell her.
“It’s my favorite holiday, aside from Halloween, which really isn’t a holiday but should be,” Kitty replies.
“I agree.” I release the cups and the bra slides over Kitty’s shoulders and drops onto the floor at my feet. If my brain were a gif, it would be the single word boobs flashing with balloons being dropped on my face in a torrent. “Can I touch them?” I ask her chest.
“We would like that,” she whispers.
“Awesome.” I cup one full swell in each palm. “Hello, ladies.”
Kitty laughs, and I smile as I lean in and press a kiss to each swell, then circle a nipple with my tongue before I cover it with my mouth. I devote the same attention to the other breast—no one likes to be left out—and Kitty’s hands slide into my hair, gripping the strands tightly as she arches.
Eventually she pulls my head back and claims my mouth with hers again. Unlike the soft, easy kisses pre-shirtlessness, this one is full of passion and desire. Our teeth clash and our tongues tangle. Kitty’s chest presses against mine, skin to skin, and we wrap our arms around each other, like we’re trying to fuse our bodies.
Our hands roam over bare skin, touching, groping, caressing. When we break the kiss, we’re both panting.