He waited for her blush, grinned, and stroked her heated cheek.
“Yes, exactly that color.” He let his hand slide down—not like he was able to stop it—under one breast, savoring the heaviness. With his fingers, he swept in a circle around one breast, then the other, never touching either n****e, tormenting until she arched her chest forward for more.
“You are still overdressed, sweetheart. Remove your panties.”
This time the hesitation was longer. He lifted her chin with one finger and gave her a firm look. “What do you say to me?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered and stood. Her fingers trembled as she pulled up the dress. Her briefs were white, but low cut and lacy. Soft and innocent and sexy like Kari herself.
He knew she was no virgin, but she might as well be, given that her deeper passio
