“Don’t you make another move, Smythe.”
With my hand planted on my hip, I asked, “Why not?”
He chuckled, stood, stalked to me, and wrapped his arms around my waist. “Because starting right now, you’re mine. All mine, and I’ve been looking forward to taking your clothes off you for a long fucking time.”
I slid my hands up his arms to his broad, tattooed shoulders. “You’ve seen me topless already, Punc.”
He shook his head. “No. My job on the floor is to watch the crowd. Besides, watching you dance is not the same as what you’re giving me right now.”
I nodded once. “That’s true. I hadn’t thought about it like that.”
His fingers at my back fiddled with my bra clasp, releasing it quickly. He stepped back while gently pulling my bra off my arms. His eyes raked over me, at the same time his lips moved - almost as though he were biting back words.
He sighed and let my bra drop to the floor. To my surprise, he sank to his knees.
“What are you doing?” I asked with a laugh.
While he watched his fingers, he unzipped my shorts. “Taking my time. Staking a claim.”
My shorts fell, and guiding his fingers under the elastic, he tugged down my thong. When he nudged my ankle, I lifted my foot. He guided my foot out a little farther so I stood with my feet more than shoulder width apart.
I looked down and the hunger in his eyes made me swallow. No one had ever looked at me that way. Like I was his entire world.
No one.
He slid his hands up my legs and stood. The moment his lips met mine, he skated his fingers along my slit. My lips parted on agasp and his tongue delved into my mouth. With my eyes closed, I found the button to his jeans and undid them.
He backed away but kept touching me. I fidgeted and leaned toward him.
A devious grin curled his lips. “You like that.”
“No, I love that. You’re very talented with your fingers.”
With his free hand, he reached back, pulled his wallet from his jeans, and tossed it on the bed. Then he shoved his pants down, leaving him in his black boxer briefs.
Before I could reach for him, he crushed his lips to mine. I’d meant it when I said him kissing me drove me wild, but I had a new mission.
I wanted to see him. All of him.
My fingers dipped beneath the waistband of his underwear.
Punc broke the kiss and rested his forehead on mine. “Savannah.”
“Ted. Just saying, fair’s fair and I’ve been looking forward to takingyourclothes off.”
His chest heaved with a deep breath, and he lifted his head. I grinned up at him. My gaze lowered to his waist. He had a trail of coarse hair leading from his belly button down. I lowered his underwear, careful of his straining cock. With his underwear down to his thighs, I took hold of his cock and gave it stroke.
“Baby,” he whispered.
Most of the time in the bedroom, I wasn’t indecisive, but right then, I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do more: suck him off or guide him inside me.
I slithered down to my knees, and dragged my tongue along his thick length, then took him into my mouth. His hips jerked when I sucked at his tip.
“This is not how we’re doing this, woman,” he grumbled.
I let him go and looked up at him, loving the enticing view from this angle. The ‘v’ of his hip bones, his abs, and his inked chest. “Why not?”
“Because I want to slide my dick inside your pussy, not your mouth. Get on the bed or do I need to toss you on it?”
