"Ah," I said, because yeah, having a man throw himself into your arms might make a guy get ideas. "Not my type."
"But I am?" he asked.
I flicked my tongue over my canine tooth. "Oh, yeah. Babe, you're crazy in the way I like 'em. Pretty too, but you tend to hide that. Because of the bulls, I mean. That shit you wear out there ain't doin' no favors for ya, but those jeans?"
He jerked his chin at me. "I thought you liked the shirt."
"Oh, and the tie," I assured him. "The suit coat?" Fuck, my dick was getting hard all over again. "You look real good, Tanner, and you don't even need black to make it work for ya."
"I can pull off black too," he countered.
So I pushed myself out of the chair, shrugged off my blazer, and left it on the back. "I have a weakness for men in purple, it seems."
He stood, clearly intending to follow me. "Yeah? Well, I happen to get hard over men who can pull off pink."
"I look damned good in pink," I promised, backing toward the bedroom.
He followed. "Yep, I know." Then he crooked his finger, making me pause. "And I have not forgotten where we were before Jake interrupted us."
"You," I said, daring to take another step back, "were holdin' me where you wanted me."
Oh, and that made a hunger light up in his eyes. His legs stretched a bit, but I kept backing up. Still, Tanner reached me right at the doorway into our bedroom. And when he caught me?
One hand dove into my hair. The other finished pulling my shirt from my jeans, and he kissed me the way I liked: hard. I kept moving backwards, doing my best to get my shirt open, but he didn't seem to care about that none.
"You," he breathed against my lips, "drive me crazy."
"Good," I said, giving up on my shirt and grabbing his tie.
I yanked that free, not being too gentle - or too rough - about it. He shrugged out of his coat, but I was already kicking off my boots.
"How do you feel?" he asked just as we reached the bed. "Hurt anywhere?"
"Nope," I assured him.
"Good," he said again, then popped my belt buckle open. "Because you are definitely overdressed."
"Lube," I ordered, going for those few buttons I'd missed on my shirt.
He grunted softly, proving he didn't want to let go of me, but he still obeyed. Thankfully, it wasn't too far, but I watched him the whole way, stripping myself as fast as I could. When my shirt hung open, I bent for my socks, tossing those away just as Tanner returned.
He tossed the lube on the covers and began opening his own shirt. I dropped my jeans, stepped out of my underwear too, then scooted backwards onto the bed so I could watch. Yeah, my dick was proving how much I liked this, but I still had to say something.
"Damn, you look good," I told him.
He tossed his shirt away, then shucked off everything on the bottom real fast. That little bit of hurry was hot as hell. What I didn't expect was for him to crawl onto the bed, grab my hip, and flip me over onto my belly.
"I like the idea of you biting pillows," he said in a voice rough with desire.
And now I did too. Oh yeah, that sounded real good when he said it like that.
Then his lips found the back of my leg and started working higher. I shifted, knowing where he was going, and not sure if I wanted him to take his sweet time or get there already. When he reached my ass, he nipped at the left cheek and kept moving higher. The feel of him kissing his way up my spine?
Fuck, but I was a goner. My eyes had closed and I knew I was making some real desperate sounds. Then I heard the cap of the lube flick open, but his mouth didn't slow down at all. He reached my shoulder, kissed across the side, then back toward my neck.
"Now this," he breathed against the shell of my ear, "is how you deserve to be treated."
Then he dragged his dick down my crack until he found my pucker. Before he could thrust, I pushed back, taking him just the way I wanted, and Tanner made a sound of complete and total pleasure. For just a moment, I was sure I had him where I wanted him, and then his hand clamped down on my hip.
