“You think? Maybe that’s why none of my readers ever complain about my historical accuracy.”
“I bet we can find some fun things to outfit that bed with while we’re in the city tomorrow.”
“Ooh. Good idea. Maybe pink ruffly curtains?”
My face hurts from smiling so much. “Baby, if you want pink ruffly curtains, we’ll get pink ruffly curtains.”
“Do you think they sell those at the place you were planning on going to?” she asks, her voice sing-songy and adorable.
“Doubtful, but we can go to as many stores as you want.” I snag my girl around the waist, lift her off the floor, and carry her giggling body over to the piece of furniture she’s so enamored with. We’re definitely getting a restraint system for this bed tomorrow.
Instead of tossing her onto the mattress, I fall with her, trapping her, face down. I drag her hands above her head and clasp both wrists with one of mine before letting my other hand wander down her side.
We didn’t even close the door, but I don’t hear anyone else upstairs right now. Besides, I don’t intend to expose her. I’m just going to tease her. I cup the side of her breast, making her whimper.
“I have a brand-new mattress in the other room. I’ll bring it in here,” I murmur as I slide my hand to the hem of her dress. I shift my body to one side, trapping her with one knee between her legs so I can reach under her skirt.
Her breathing picks up as I finger the edge of her cotton panties.
“Fuck, I love these,” I growl. Not for the first time, I’m fucking turned on by my girl’s sweet innocent panties. She’s anything but on the inside, but that’s half the reason they’re so sexy. “Are they wet, baby?”
She nods. “Yes…” Her voice is low now, gravelly, needy. All the humor from a few minutes ago is gone, replaced with her sexy voice.
I tuck a finger under the elastic at her hip. That’s all she’s going to get right now. My lips are on her ear. My objective is to torment her with my words. “I’m going to fill your head with so many new, kinky ideas that you’ll never run out of things to write about.”
She moans.
“Give the heroine in your next book these innocent, sweet, little cotton panties.”
“Mmmm.”
“Give her the pink ruffly curtains around a four-poster bed, too. Maybe in a gilded castle.”
“Brody…” She’s panting and rubbing her pussy against my thigh, trying to get some friction.
I tuck my finger all the way under the cotton at her hip and give it a tug. “Have you ever written a book where the hero fucks the heroine bare until she’s pregnant?”
She whimpers again. “No…”
“Maybe you should.” I gently bite on her earlobe, teasing her. I have no idea what subgenres she writes. She told me she’s read about breeding and milking, but that doesn’t mean she writes it. I don’t want to get too pushy about her writing and make her think I’m snooping or fishing for information.
She’s turned on, so I decide to continue. Rising a few inches, I release the elastic so it snaps against her hip and drag my hand from under her skirt to slide it up her body. I reach for her chest and cup her breast.
Melody arches her head and chest off the mattress. “Brody…”
I love it when she says my name like this, all husky and desperate.
Deciding I need more, I push onto all fours and flip her onto her back.
She’s flustered and confused as I straddle her waist, pinning her to the bed. She stares at me, dazed, while I draw the thin straps of her dress down over her shoulders until I’m able to pull the smocking down, exposing her breasts.
My girl bucks her hips upward, straining to look around me. “Someone might see us,” she whispers.
“I’m blocking your body, baby. No one will see anything.” I circle her nipples several times, watching as her pretty cheeks pinken. That same pink color spreads down her chest. Fucking gorgeous.
“Close your eyes,” I tell her.
She inhales sharply through her nose, but obeys me nonetheless.
