Her Halloween Treat

“Sorry?”

She put her hands on his hips, slid them under his white T-shirt and felt his hard flat stomach.

“I accept your apology.”

“I’ll never do it again.”

“See that you don’t.”

“Do you want to take your shirt off?”

“That’s not fair. I only have a bra on under my shirt. You had a T-shirt on under yours.”

Chris sighed, a put-upon sigh. Then he took his T-shirt off.

“Better?”

She stared at his chest, at his bare shoulders and stomach. This was a man who worked very hard and his body showed it.

“Much, much better.”

Chris reached down and gathered the fabric of her sweater in his hands. She raised her arms and let him pull it off. It joined his flannel and T-shirt on the floor. She really hadn’t planned on seducing Chris or being seduced by him tonight, but apparently her subconscious had known better because she’d chosen her favorite plum-colored lace bra to wear under her sweater. Did she remember to put on the matching panties? Oh, yes, she had. Chris would probably assume she’d planned this when he saw them. She hadn’t, but she didn’t care if he thought that.

He bent and kissed her again. Inch by inch, he eased her onto her back with kisses as he crawled onto the bed, his knees on each side of her hips, his arms bracing himself over her. She might be on her back but she refused to lie there passively while he kissed her lips and neck and chest. With her right hand she cupped the back of his neck. With her left hand she went exploring. He was lean, almost thin despite the presence of some impressive muscles, and when she ran her hand down his back, she could feel the outline of his shoulder blades under his warm skin. She lingered a long time on his back, loving the width of it, the length, the strength. And she couldn’t think clearly enough to do much else at the moment as Chris was nuzzling her neck with his mouth, and his beard tickled the tender skin under her ear.