"Your dick was on my thigh like it was drilling for oil thirty minutes ago," I replied. "I don't think I'm the one overselling here."
He pushed the door shut and flipped the locks, but didn't turn around for a long moment. When he did, he leaned back against the slab, his arms folded over his chest. Making me stare at him while he stood there with his tattoos and chest hair on display was the most outrageous thing he'd ever done to me.
"What are you doing here, Brooke?" His voice was low and rough but free of all the hostility he often aimed at me.
"I'm telling you what I want."
He rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. "And what's that, sweetheart?"
I gestured to his jeans. "Off."
Shifting on bare feet, he brought his hands to his belt. The fabric dipped, highlighting a trail of dark fuzz and muscular grooves. Now, that was truly outrageous. "I'm not playing another game with you."
"No games. No bullshit," I said, blinking away from the belt-to-belly button region. "Just you, me, a condom or two."
"Lose the sweater."
I reached for the hem. "Fine." It sailed through the air, landing in front of his feet. "Your turn."
JJ charged across the room and curled both hands around my waist. "Let's get something straight. You tell me what you want, I tell you what to do. You're not the one issuing orders here."
I glanced between us and grinned at the hard bulge trapped behind his fly. "I'm pretty sure I am." I reached up, traced the lines of the octopus strangling his arm. "Here's what's going to happen, Jed. You're going to take me to a room with a bed. Once we get there, you're going to drop these jeans and I'll do the same. When I'm satisfied with the condom situation, you'll fuck me." I smiled up at him. "I prefer to be on top, so that's how we'll do it."
"Yeah. All right. You'll get what you want, sweetheart." A smirk tugged up his lips. "This time."
I blinked. "Excuse you?"
"This way." He squeezed my waist and nudged me backward. When I didn't move, he said, "I don't have all night and like I said, I'm not playing around with you."
"And I told you this isn't a game." He stared at me, his hazel eyes cool and his expression stony. "It's up to you whether you believe me."
I turned with the intention of marching myself down the hall and making him appreciate all the amazing things these jeans did for my ass, but he wrapped his arm around my waist and pressed his chest to my back within two steps.
"You're a lot of work," he murmured, his lips on my neck. "An awful lot of work."
"And you love it."
"Not how I'd describe it."
JJ reached for the light switch when we stepped into his room, but I batted his hand away. It was as if he'd never done this before. "No. No lights, thank you. We don't need them."
"So much work."
He flipped open my button fly and yanked my jeans and underwear down my hips. "That was also unnecessary," I said, righting my panties. "These will stay."
His fingers traced the underwire of my bra while he kissed my neck just like he had at the tavern. It was rude, the way his lips and teeth pulled at my skin. Just…rude. Like it belonged to him and he was well within his rights to bite me simply because it pleased him.
"I don't know what you're used to, sweetheart, but I'm gonna need these off if you want me to fuck you."
"No, you don't. I'll pull them to the side," I answered. "That's all you need."
He barked out a laugh. "You have no fuckin' idea what I need."
If I tried to explain to someone the lengths and hurdles I was going through to get laid, they wouldn't believe me. They'd insist I was exaggerating because there was no one alive who'd prefer to argue about whatever-the-fuck while my shirt was off and I flat-out demanded sex rather than get his cock out. Apparently, I'd stumbled upon the exception to every rule.
"Then take your fucking pants off and show me." I shoved out of his arms and ripped off my jeans. They landed on the other side of the room, one leg snared on a lamp, but neither of us moved to right them. I climbed to the bed and kneeled in the center, hoping to hell he didn't notice that every inch of me was dotted with goose bumps and I was shaking like a virginal leaf. I couldn't explain either reaction, but I knew I needed him to help me fix it right now. "Come on, Jed. Show me what you need."
He stared at me for a moment that stretched long enough to make me wonder whether I'd completely miscalculated, but then he glanced down at his belt. Mumbling to himself, he loosened the buckle, lowered his zipper. He closed his fists around either side of the open placket, pausing and shaking his head before pushing his clothes to the floor.
