He gives me the side-eye. “Juliana Fair. I know you. Dirty dishes are not in your makeup.”
I laugh harder. “I think I could make an exception!”
“Be honest. If you left those dishes and happened to fall asleep or get distracted or something,” he says with a smirk, “you’re telling me you wouldn’t wake up in the middle of the night and come in here to finish them?”
I sigh. “You do know me.”
He grins with satisfaction and stands, pulling me up. He gives me another kiss once I’m upright, and when we part, he motions for me to go first and then gives my backside a little slap. I jump and laugh.
“I’m moving, I’m moving.”
“I really just wanted to see this view of you in that dress.”
I turn and look at him over my shoulder, and he curses under his breath.
“We’re not in a dingy, freezing motel tonight,” I sing.
He points at the kitchen. “You will not distract me from the dishes!” He laughs at the ridiculousness of that statement and marches to the kitchen, where he fills the dishwasher so fast it’s comical.
“I didn’t know you could move that fast.” I put a few more things in the dishwasher and close it, giving him a flirty look over my shoulder.
He smirks and advances toward me, looking like a man on a mission.
“What would you like to do?” he asks, putting his hands on my waist and moving my hair to the side to kiss the back of my neck.
“I’d like to continue what you started last night,” I say, putting my hand on the back of his head as he nuzzles me.
“There’s nothing I’d love more,” he whispers.
When he straightens, I hold my hand out, and he takes it as we move toward the bedroom. It’s not very late, but it’s dark out already, and when we move to the bedroom, the lamp is low, and the streetlamps outside give off a romantic glow.
I turn around slowly, and he’s right there. His hands are still on my waist, and I put mine on his broad chest, loving that I can touch him like this now. The next thing I know, his mouth is on mine, and this kiss is slow and unhurried. But then he bites my lower lip, and there’s nothing slow about what happens next. I lean on my tiptoes, and his hands move to my backside, groaning when he feels me.
“I’ve been dying to get my hands on your ass for a long, long time,” he says between kisses.
I reach back and start to unzip my dress, and he takes over the rest. When he slides it over my shoulders and down my hips, he watches the progression, his tongue reaching out to wet his lips like he’s hungry.
“Fuck,” he whispers when my dress drops to the floor. “Juju.”
It’s the reverence in his tone that spurs me on, that and the fact that I want him so much I can hardly think straight.
I unbutton his shirt, my fingers working way better than I thought they would, given my eagerness. I have his shirt off inseconds and take a deep inhale when I see his chest. I lean forward and glide my tongue down his chest as I work on getting his pants off. The reward is so great when I do. I take a step back, my body protesting as I move away from him, but I have to see just how gorgeous he really is.
It could be intimidating, how perfect his body is, but I’m emboldened by the way his eyes are raking over every inch of me as if he can’t get enough either.
He tugs off his black boxer briefs, and my knees weaken when I see all of him. My mouth goes dry and I flood between my legs, craving every part of him.
“Your turn,” he says, a soft smile playing on his lips. When his hand grips his cock and he gives it a slow slide up and down, I swallow hard.
“What?” I hear myself say. I sound far away. My eyes are still glued to his cock. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one any bigger or more perfect.
“Let me see you,” he says.
“Oh,” I say, biting my lower lip. “You are so distracting.”
He grins and does a little sweep over his tip that has me feeling jealous of his hand. Then he points at my chest.
“Do you need help getting naked?” he asks.
