I shake my head.
“What would you like to do?” he asks, pushing off the fridge and stalking toward me. Yes, stalking. That’s the only way to describe it. It’s like a lion watching the gazelle, moving slowly and quietly to get in the perfect position to pounce.
“We could watch a movie,” I suggest with no real desire to do that.
“We could.”
“Or we could play Uno.”
When he reaches my side, the corner of his mouth ticks upward. “Uno?”
I shrug. “I grew up with family game nights. There’s no friends in Uno though. I’ll throw a Draw Four at my mom and laugh the whole time she’s picking cards.”
He chuckles, extending his hand. “Good to know.”
When I stand, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and slide my fingers along the column of his neck. “Or we could do…otherthings.”
“Other things besides movies and Uno? Keep talking…”
I’m not the most direct person out there, but I don’t shy away from being bold. Leaning forward and pressing my chest to his, I move to my tiptoes and kiss just below his jaw. “What I have in mind involves a lot less clothes and zero sleep.”
I feel his already hard cock jerk in his pants, and he hums and swallows. “Not exactly the taking things slow we talked about last night, Lizzie.”
“No, but I’m not going to ignore the fact I want you. Bad.”
His gaze is pure fire as he peers at me. “You’re sure? Because we really can play Uno or watch a movie.”
I snort and shake my head. “We’ll call that Plan B.”
“So, this Plan A…what exactly does it entail?” he asks.
“Orgasms, Collin. Lots and lots of them.”
A pained groan erupts from his mouth moments before it slams into mine. This kiss turns feral in less than a second,and I find myself climbing him like a tree. My legs are wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck, and I still don’t feel close enough. The need I feel for him explodes like a bomb, incinerating every part of my soul and leaving me raw and yearning for more.
We’re moving moments later, his long legs eating up the space between us and my bedroom. Just as we cross the threshold, he rips his mouth from mine and says, “You can stop this at any point.”
“I don’t want to stop,” I insist, rolling my hips against his erection.
“Fuck, do that again and this might be over before it really begins,” he mutters, closing his eyes.
“What, this?” I ask coyly, rocking once more and grinding myself along his cock.
“Christ, woman,” he mumbles, spinning us around and gently depositing me on top of my bed. His eyes burn like fire, those blue orbs a navy ring of desire. “Strip.”
“You’re awfully bossy,” I start, standing up and toeing my athletic shoes off my feet.
When he doesn’t say a word, I look up and find him watching me. Suddenly, I realize what he meant. He wants me to strip so he can watch.
A fresh wave of desire races through me. I’ve taken off my clothes in front of men before, but I’ve never felt this…seen. Raw. Aroused.
Slowly, I grab the hem of my T-shirt and lift it over my head. Taking a quick mental inventory, I’m so grateful to have slipped on a prettier set of undergarments. The light blue satin set isn’t super sexy, but at least it’s not made just for comfort.
When I drop the shirt onto the floor, I glance up and watch as he devours me with his eyes. He scans my chest and licks his lips, resulting in goosebumps peppering my entire body.
Dropping my hands to the fly of my jeans, his eyes follow, watching, waiting. I flick the button open and slide down the zipper before starting to shimmy out of my blue jeans. I feel the burn of his eyes on me every moment I step out of my jeans and kick them to the side. After adjusting the waistband, I slip my socks off and finally stand up. Our eyes meet in a flurry of reckless need.
“On the bed,” he states, reaching down and pulling his T-shirt over his head.
