Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
I hoped it was.
“Let’s see,” he practically moaned. “Something like a shade of deep-red lipstick. Wouldn’t happen to be something along those lines, would it?”
“Is that your guess?”
He narrowed his eyes and stared me down as if trying to discern the truth through my expression.
“That’s my guess,” he said, wincing, a sly smirk on his face.
“Well, when you’re right, you’re right.”
He beamed, biting his bottom lip and scanning me up and down, like he was waiting for his show.
“You’re gonna have to take your hand off my ass if you want me to go take off these clothes.”
“Go? I don’t get to see the striptease?”
The word striptease made me even harder than I already was, which seemed pretty impossible considering how restricted my cock felt in the panties.
“If you’re comfortable with that,” he added, “but I have a feeling you’re a little more than comfortable with it. Tell me I’m wrong.”
“Seems like you know me better than you give yourself credit for,” I confessed.
He pulled his hand off my ass and stepped back. “I’ll just be on the couch over here.”
He took a seat, spreading his arms across the back of the sofa as he leaned back, as though he wanted to thoroughly take in his victory.
I chuckled, couldn’t help myself since it seemed so ridiculous…
Ridiculously hot.
I took off my hat and set it on the coffee table before the sofa, then kicked off my shoes. As I removed my shirt, Owen sat there, his eyes drinking me in. “Now the big unveiling,” he added as I unfastened my belt and fly, pulling them open to offer a view of the panties. I took a breath before pulling my pants down and off and tossing them aside.
Felt like it would have been easier to be naked in front of him than in the panties. Just being nude would have left me feeling exposed on the outside. However, I was exposed on the inside too, as Owen had a peek into the very desire that drew me to wear these. He got to see something no one else in my life had seen.
Judging by his stoic expression, I started to worry as I figured he might have finally realized, seeing me in them like that, how strange it all was.
I grabbed my cap and slid it back over my head. “I can put my clothes back on if it’s—”
“What?” he said, sounding almost angry at my suggestion.
“Oh, you got real quiet.”
“I just underestimated how sexy you would look under your clothes.”
I sighed, not just relieved by his response, but feeling total disbelief that a guy as hot as Owen could be that impressed by me.
“You should have told me I was only half right, though,” he added as he assessed the red trim lining the waistband of the black panties.
“I figured it was close enough.”
“You aren’t impressed that I mentioned that thing about pink trim on black panties?”
“At least that wasn’t your guess because you would have been wrong.”
He chuckled. “Now come on. Do a little turn for me. I want to see what that ass looks like in those.”
I modeled the underwear for him before facing away from him.
I wanted him to want me so badly.
Even not looking at him, I felt his desire searing right through my soul—something that was only confirmed as I faced him once again and found that familiar stare fixated on my waist.
“Keegan, you look incredible in those.”
His tone was so intense, a pure expression of his desire that made it impossible for me to question his sincerity. But even without doubting his words, it was hard for me to fully believe, and I uttered, “Really?”
Maybe I wanted even more assurance because of how good it felt to receive it from him.
“Yes, really. Gorgeous might be a more appropriate word, though.” He grew quiet for a moment before adding, “Come here. I want to get a closer look.”
I was nervous, yet it was so easy to walk toward him, his gaze drawing me in, luring me with a promise.
How had our night led us to this point?
How had we gone from a fake interview about our fictitious relationship to being in his room, me in my lacy underwear, with a stiff hard-on, making my way to him?
He sat up on the couch as I stepped before him.
He studied the design of the fabric before placing his hand on my thigh.
I trembled at his touch as he moved his hand up slowly, awakening a deep hunger within me.
He placed his free hand on my other thigh and urged me to move to the side, still inspecting, looking it over so thoroughly, like it was some serious project he had to invest his attention in.
So serious, even as he probed my flesh with his hands, moving one on my ass, cupping it, feeling the cloth.