“I know.” She pulled back so she could look at him. “I know you don’t like to talk about your military time. We all have to deal with our stuff our own way. But I’m glad we’re finallyhanging out.”
He frowned. “Ah, do you mean hanging out, as in having sex? Or as in us talking?”
“Both.” She rolled him onto his back and lay over him like a blanket. “I like being with you, Gavin. I don’t know what that means, but this is nice.”
He scowled. “Wait. Hold on. Nice? The mittens your aunt gave you for Christmas are nice. A halfway decent haircut is nice. My brother doing the dishes for my mom is nice. I’m not nice.”
“No, no. Not nice.”
He glared. “Why are you smiling?”
“Gavin, that was a compliment. You’re a real bastard and a prick, but your cock is huge and manly, and I’m totally impressed. Did I say nice? I meant exciting. Passionate. Being with you makes me horny all the time.”
He nodded and huffed. “Better.”
“And I have more fantasies that we need to get to. Maybe later this week though. Because if we keep going at it this hard, I’ll be bowlegged at work and people will be asking questions.”
“Good. Let them ask.” And that brought up a great point. “While we’rehanging out, it’s just you for me and me for you. No other dudes or chicks to get in the way. Right?”
She stared into his eyes, hers warm and smiling, the bright-blue gleam entrancing. “Right.” She leaned down to kiss him. “You’re cute when you’re possessive.”
Now he felt like an idiot. “Nah, just making sure we can still be condom-free with sex. I’m not planning on screwing that up.” Gruffly he added, “You either.”
“Sure thing, Smoky.”
“I prefer Guns of Steel.” He pumped his arm, showing off his biceps.
“Oh, nice. Want to see mine?”
He nodded, feeling warm because she kept moving with slow, sensual gyrations against his body. For someone who wanted to cuddle and talk, she was getting him fired up instead.
“Yeah.” He cleared his throat, trying not to fixate on her breasts as she sat up.
She straddled him, then took his now-hard cock in hand and eased over him.
“Zoe?Fuck.What are you doing?”
“See me flexing?” She made a muscle with her biceps while sliding down his shaft, seating him all the way inside.
He felt his eyes roll back into his head and moaned.
“Now, now, Smoky. Pay attention. When I say cuddle, I mean cuddle with every bone in that body.”
“Every boner in my body?” he rasped.
“Sad you had to go there.” She started riding him, up and down.
“Yes, Mistress, you insatiable thing.” He stared up at her, wanting to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Hot chick, tender heart, riding him so he could jet inside her? Really? This was his life?
His heart sped when she moved faster over him. He panted, getting closer on the climb to orgasm. “Let me tell you my fantasy about a certain pair of pink yoga pants tied around my wrists while my wicked mistress has her way with me.”
“You mean those yoga pants?” Zoe moaned and pointed to a pair folded neatly on a chair. “Next time.”
She kept grinding over him, and then she leaned to kiss him, and it was like she had read his mind.
