Joe warned.He felt her smile against the side of his neck.“Maybe I want to get burned,” she replied.She moved around to stand in front of him, her eyes meeting his. She reached behind to unzip her dress, letting the straps slide off her shoulders as she held the material over her breasts. Her eyes never leaving his, she let the dress fall to the floor. His gaze lowered to her breasts, her nipples hardened into tight points. He ached to taste them, to curl his tongue around the pink buds. His hands clenched into fists above his head as he caught the scent of her arousal from across the room.She hooked her thumbs in the waistband, sliding it down her legs. His gaze was drawn to the patch of blonde hair between her thighs.“Are you wet?” he asked, his voice husky.Her lips parted. “Yes,” she answered.“Show me,” he instructed.Her eyebrows drew together in confusion.“Touch yourself for me, Mara.”“I've never...” she started to say but trailed off.“Do it, Mara. Let me watch you touch yourself.”She hesitated for a moment before her hand moved across her stomach, barely touching the downy curls.“Close your eyes,”
