Either way, there’s no way in hell I’m going to leave her standing there topless by herself. I yank off my T-shirt as well, though what I really want to do is reach for her. Or unzip my fly. My dick strains painfully at the front of my jeans, struggling to escape.
Lisa stares at my chest, eyes sweeping over my shoulders and down my abs. Her throat moves as she swallows and returns her gaze to mine. “God, you’re big.”
“Maybe it’s relative,” I tease. “It’s a pretty small bathroom.”
She smiles back and runs her palms down her thighs. “I suppose I should take off another article of clothing.”
“Totally up to you,” I say, even though everything inside me is screaming for her to just get naked already.
“Hmm… Do shoes count?”
I hesitate. “If that’s what you want to take off next.”
She looks at me from beneath her lashes and lowers her voice. “What do you want me to take off?”
Wait, what? Is this a trick question?
Or is Lisa toying with something else here? Like maybe she gets off on being told what to do?
I hesitate, then take a risk. “Your toes are hot and all,” I manage. “But I’d rather see your tits.”
It’s a jarring word, and I wait for her to slap me. I’ll apologize if I’m wrong, but I don’t think I am. Lisa Michaels likes dirty talk. She just never knew it before.
Her eyes flash with desire, and I watch the emotion play out on her face. Lust. Uncertainty. Longing. No one’s ever talked to her like this before, and she’s not sure she should like it.
Seeming to decide something, she lifts her hand and toys with the front clasp on her bra. I can’t tell if it’s an unconscious gesture or if she knows what she’s doing. Either way, I sense she wants me to call the shots. To tell her what to do next.
“Take it off,” I command. “I want to see you.”
She hesitates only a second, then flicks the clasp open. She turns her head so her ponytail slides over one shoulder, covering her right breast. The other she hides with her elbow as she drops the bra on the counter and stands looking at me.
Her shyness undoes me, but so do her next words. “Your turn.”
I grin and pretend to ponder. “Hmm, what else can I show you?” Holy hell, I’m dying to get my pants off. Having a beautiful, topless woman in my bathroom is giving me the mother of all hard-ons.
I move a hand to my fly and watch Lisa’s eyes drop. Does she realize she just licked her lips while staring at my crotch?
“Should I take off my pants?” I ask.
Lisa doesn’t take her eyes off my junk, but she nods like I’ve just asked if she wants a scoop of double-fudge ice cream. “Okay,” she murmurs.
I make it a two-for-one deal, shoving off my jeans and boxer briefs in one motion. I kick my shoes off in the process, then stand there wearing nothing at all.
There’s a moment where I realize this is the first time I’ve been naked with this woman. Sure, I’ve been inside her, but I’ve never stood in front of her like a goddamn nude statue.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” Lisa breathes. She lifts her gaze and meets my eyes again. “You look really good naked.”
The earnestness in her words is unbearably sweet, but also hot as fuck. How does she do that?
“Care to join me?” I murmur.
Her cheeks pinken just a little, and I’m charmed by her self-consciousness. We’ve fucked like animals in her living room, but seeing each other naked for the first time is different. It’s a big deal, especially to her.
I take a step forward, ready to back off at the slightest sign she’s not ready. Lisa studies me, then drops her arms to her sides. Her throat moves as she swallows, and I’m aching to plant a kiss on that sweet spot at the base of her neck.
“I want to touch you,” I tell her. “Do you want that?”
She nods and tips her chin up, baring her throat to me.
