He finally let go of the terrycloth, and as it hit the floor, I moved up on my knees and placed my hands on his chest.
“Fucking hell. Your body…”
Panther reached for my face and leaned in to brush his lips over the top of mine, and just as he did, his stomach growled.
I chuckled and then nipped at his lower lip. “Hungry?”
As he straightened, I trailed my fingers down the center of his sternum, my eyes going even lower to the beautiful cock hardening under my touch.
“Unfortunately. I skipped lunch back at base. Was too busy hearing about the other hotshot who kicked Heinz’s ass in the sky.”
I waggled my brows. “I did give her a good spanking, didn’t I? If you ask me nicely, I’ll give you one right after we eat.”
Panther shoved me in the arm until I tumbled back on the bed, then reached for the clothes he’d tossed on the mattress. “Order the pizza, or you’re the one who’s gonna get a beating.”
“Hmm, promises, promises,” I said as I reached for my forgotten phone and stretched out on his bed.
As he stepped into his shorts, I watched him pull them up over his muscled legs and thighs and then reach for the shirt.
“How about you give that to me? Bet I can find a better use for it than covering up all of…that,” I said, and reached down to readjust the hard-on his body had inspired.
Panther grabbed up his shirt and tossed it over to me, and when I balled it up and shoved it behind my head as a pillow, he laughed.
“Okay, sooo, pizza. Let’s get back to that before I get sidetracked again. In fact, could you go and sit on the other side of the room?”
Panther ran his eyes down to the erection I was still rubbing and licked his lips.
“Like, can you go right fucking now?”
With a glint in his blue eyes, Panther made his way over to the oversized chair in the opposite corner and took a seat. “This far enough away? Think you can control yourself?”
“Honestly? Outside with the locked door between us would be the safest bet, but I guess that will do for now.” I dragged my eyes away from Panther’s lounging body and back to my phone. “Okay, pizza. Focus.”
Panther chuckled.
“Shut up.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
I focused back on my phone.
“But it is nice having someone so smart and centered completely and totally flustered because I’m sitting here without a shirt on.”
“I’m flustered because you make my dick hard, and before I can do anything about it, I apparently have to feed you. So would you hurry up and tell me what kind of pizza topping you like best, or I just might lose my shit.”
“I’m easy—”
I groaned. “Don’t say that.”
“Imeant, I’m a traditionalist. Pepperoni and cheese. Simple.”
I sighed and nodded. “Good, now we’re getting somewhere. I like that too.”
I quickly typed it in, added my credit card info, and hit submit. Then I tossed my phone on the bed and shut my eyes. “Longest fucking ten minutes of my life.”
“Aww, poor Solo.”
I shot the finger.
