Free Chompin' at the Bit (Horse Play #2) by A.D. Ryan

entrance to our room and the bathroom. Her hands were on her waist, her right leg bent so her left hip popped out, and her bottom lip was pulled between her teeth. The bright blue fabric of her dress really made her already sparkling eyes pop, and it hugged every damn curve of her body before resting right above her knees. The low neckline had me struggling against the urge to rush the short distance between us and ravage her. 
    “Wow,” I said breathlessly. “You look incredible.”
    Releasing her lip, she started to rotate slowly … taunting me. “You think?”
    Holy fuck . As she continued to turn counter-clockwise in front of me, I noticed how the dress tightly hugged her ass before I noticed the silver zipper that stood out against the color of the dress. It ran the entire length of her dress. From top to fucking bottom.
    Speaking of zippers.
    I found myself more than just a little turned on, and was suddenly straining uncomfortably against my pants. Swallowing thickly, my eyes moved up her body as she completed her turn, and I smiled as I took in the detailing of her hair. While the dress screamed sexy vixen , the small bow fashioned out of her own hair was both adorable and classy.
    I closed the space between us and wrapped my arms around her waist before I lowered my face to hers and kissed her softly. “Stunning. That dress is just … Damn … ” 
    “Well, you look pretty damn lickable yourself,” she whispered seductively, poking my chest for emphasis.
    My lips found hers again, kissing her greedily as my fingers curled into the bare flesh of her back above her dress. Slowly, I moved them down until I had the zipper between my fingers and started to lower it. 
    “Mmmf,” she mumbled into the kiss before pulling away. “And just what do you think you’re doing?” 
    I shrugged, smiling crookedly because I knew it made her melt. “We’ve got about twenty minutes before we have to go.” I said, moving the zipper another couple of inches while my other hand moved down and cupped her perfect ass. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and I lowered my face to her neck where I started trailing the tiniest of kisses down and over her shoulders. 
    She moaned when my mouth moved down her chest and kissed the swells of cleavage that her sexy-as-fuck dress exposed, and I pushed my hips forward so she could feel what it was she did to me every damn day. “Jensen,” she whispered through a breathy sigh.
    The sound of her calling out my name spurred me on, and my hand left her backside before hiking the skirt of her dress up. Her skin was so soft beneath my fingers as they ghosted over her creamy, white thigh to the juncture between her legs. My thumb had barely grazed the fabric of her panties when she flattened her hand against my chest and pushed me away. The way her chest heaved as she took in several deep breaths and licked her kiss-reddened lips had me aching for her touch.
    I tried moving forward again, but she kept me at arm’s length and shook her head. “Sorry, baby,” she cooed, taking a chance by reaching behind her with both hands and re-zipping her dress. “We have to go.” 
    My eyes widened as she sidestepped away from me and grabbed a small black purse, dropping her phone and some of that lip shit that tasted like sugar into it. “But—” 
    Her eyebrow arched as she turned her head and eyed me over her shoulder. “You coming?” 
    “That’s not funny,” I told her, narrowing my eyes playfully as I realized she was likely getting me back in some twisted way for all of the unwelcome interruptions in the past twenty-four hours. It wasn’t fair—especially since none of them were entirely my fault.
    With a giggle, she shrugged and pulled the door open. “It kind of is.” Once we were in the hall, she turned to me. “Like you said yesterday, you don’t want our first time being rushed. So, let’s enjoy the evening and then later, I’ll let you do whatever you want to