God, that cocky tone, that filthy mouth. I wrapped my hand around the base of him, the cool steel of his piercings digging into my palm. He groaned, dropping his forehead to mine.
“Get naked.”
“Ah, ah. I’m in charge. I’ll strip when I’m good and ready.” I moved my hand up to the next rung, squeezing lightly.
“You’re killing me,” he whispered, cords protruding in his neck as he fought for control. “Keep teasing me, Spitfire, and I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name.”
“Promises, promises.”
I wriggled out of his hold and walked backward toward the living room. Kicking off first one shoe, then the next, I reached behind me and unzipped my dress, pausing to let it slide down my body and gather in a heap around my feet.
No bra. No panties.
“Holy fuck.” Air whistled between his teeth as he sucked in a breath. “You mean to tell me you were naked beneath that dress all night.”
I nibbled my lip, ducked my chin, and looked at him through lowered lashes. “Uh-huh.”
“Christ. If I’d known.”
“You’d have done what?”
Sexual tension zinged off the walls. I was enjoying this game of flirting, of delayed gratification.
“Made sure you were sitting beside me rather than opposite.”
“Mm-hmm.” I took another couple of steps backward. Joz prowled after me, keeping the same distance between us, drawing out the anticipation. “And if I had been, what would have happened?”
He raked a hand through his hair, his fingers momentarily tangling in the long strands. “I’d have hiked up that dress, shoved my fingers inside you, and made you come before the starters arrived.”
“You’re awfully confident. What if I’m a woman who struggles to climax?”
I wasn’t. In fact, I was halfway there just thinking about the way his pierced peen would feel inside me, but this game was far too entertaining to quit yet.
“I’d have kept going right through the main course, dessert, in the car on the way home, riding the lift up here, all fucking night if I had to until you came apart for me.”
I widened my stance and swiped my fingers through my folds, holding them up for him to see how wet I was. “I don’t think you’re going to have to wait that long.”
“Jesus Christ, Aspen.” He hissed, squeezing his dick. “I’m gonna worship you like the fucking queen you are.”
Crooking my finger, I took another two steps backward. “Then, worship me.”
I didn’t get as far as a third. Joz pounced, grabbed me by the waist, and hauled me against him. Our mouths crashed together like we were both starving. His mouth was filthy, unrelenting, zero finesse, all raw hunger. Our tongues dueled, but rather than a battle, it was a coming together of two people who just… fit.
The masculine scent of him invaded every part of me: leather, soap, and something that smelled like damp grass after a torrential downpour. A kind of craziness took over. I lost control. Hooking one leg over his hip, I grabbed his hand and shoved it between my legs.
“Need.”
No other words were necessary. Joz slid two fingers inside me, going slow, exploring, curving them to hit that deep spot I struggled to reach myself. He played me as effortlessly as I’d seen him play guitar countless times, and just like that instrument, I was putty in his hands. Cupping my right breast, he released my mouth and bent his head, drawing his teeth gently over my nipple. I moaned, feeling that delicious pull deep inside my stomach.
His cock poked me in the abdomen, eager to get in on the act. I wrapped my hand around the base and squeezed, earning a moan from him.
“You like that?” I whispered.
He grunted but was too busy sucking my nipple to answer. Fine by me. If he stopped, I might die. He was everywhere at once, his thumb rubbing circles against my clit, his fingers stroking me from the inside, his tongue and teeth and lips worshiping first one nipple, then the other. My orgasm rushed toward me, swelling, teetering. Right there. Right… there.
I came with his name torn from my throat, thighs clamping around him, my fingers burrowing into his hair to hold him at my breast until he’d wrung every drop of pleasure from me.My legs were still trembling when he stopped fingering me and straightened, one side of his mouth rising in a smirk.
“You look entirely too pleased with yourself.”
