“Tell me, which part of me do you think you’d want to touch first? I have my preferences, but I’d like to know what you’d do. Where would you put your hands first?”
“How about around your neck?”
I chuckled and rubbed my fingers across my chest under the V-neck collar of my shirt. “I was thinking more on my chest. Maybe you could start there and, you know, work your way down…”
I smoothed my hand over the tight material of my shirt, and as my fingers trailed down the hard muscles of my abdomen, Panther’s eyes dropped and followed its path.
“Come on, Panther…no one’s here. Just you, me, and this nice, big bed of yours.”
“And just what exactly do you think is gonna happen if I come inside? That I’ll throw you down on that bed? That I’ll give in?”
“Mmm, a boy can dream.”
“Then keep dreaming.”
“I plan to. But it’s not all I want.”
I watched the way Panther’s chest rose and fell, his breath coming faster. Then he looked down at his helmet, and it took me all of two seconds to realize he was planning to run.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I said. “I’ll still be here when you get back, and by then, so will everyone else…”
“You wouldn’t.”
Shrugging, I sat down on the edge of the bed, spreading my legs wide, offering myself up. “Try me.”
Was that indecision I saw on his handsome face? Was he actually considering it?
I didn’t have to wait long for my answer, because Panther stepped forward, walking into the room, and my breath caught in my throat.Holy fuck, it’s actually happening. He’s giving in.
I licked my lips in anticipation as Panther slammed the door behind him and locked it, and then he set his helmet down on the dresser.
Yesss, free up your hands so they can roam over my body instead.
As I held my breath, waiting for what he’d do next, Panther stepped in between my legs.
15Panther
SINCE SOLO WAS all about playing games, maybe the key to beating him was to let him think he’d won.
So I stepped up to the bed between his spread legs and looked down at him. Everything about Solo was a temptation, from his insolent mouth that never shut up to the way his shirt stretched across his chest when his muscles flexed, and his board shorts had so perfectly cupped his ass at the beach.
I’d noticed. Of course I’d fucking noticed. He made it hard not to want to watch him every second of every day, and it pissed me the hell off. It seemed like Solo’s primary goal was to torture me into submission, which made me want to give him a taste of his own medicine.
Solo’s eyes were in the perfect spot for getting a close-up view as I brought my hand down over the front of my shorts to rub it over my dick.
“Oh fuck,” he said, lifting his arms like he wanted to take over, but I backed away and removed my hand.
“No touching. Not yet.”
Solo nodded eagerly. “Fine, just keep doing what you’re doing.”
“Yeah?” I lowered my hand between my thighs again, giving a long, slow rub. “You like this? Me touching myself?”
“Goddamn right I do.” Solo was practically panting, moving his hand over his erection.
“Good. Then let me see what I’m working with.”
When Solo fumbled with the tie on his shorts, I shook my head.
