I tip my chin up and run my fingers slowly down my neck. “Or maybe even… choking.”
He tenses and takes in a sharp breath, and I pull back to see his face. He looks almost feral, and he’s gripping his thighs so tight his knuckles are turning white. My smile is wicked as I relish the effect I have on him. I’m so hot now that I’m tempted to take some of my own clothes off.
“Are you enjoying the lesson?” I ask, breathless.
He nods.
“You’ve been so good, keeping your hands to yourself.”
His eyes flash as he nods again.
I point at his hands. “Up.”
He lifts them, and I slide onto his lap and straddle him.
“Now you get to keep your hands onmythighs.”
He wets his lips as I pull my skirt up and press his hands onto the bare flesh above my knees. He squeezes them, and an appreciative growl rumbles in his throat, sending a thrill right through me. Being this close to him is intoxicating, and it’s making my heart go haywire.
I sit and enjoy the stillness for a moment, watching his eyes burn. His hands start to slide upward toward my center, but I stop him.
“Ah, ah. Not yet.”
He growls again, and my smile is devilish.
“I’ve noticed you watching me, Julian. I want to know what you’ve enjoyed looking at. Which parts of me do you like?”
He takes in a breath. “I… I like your lips. Your eyes and your body. You’re sexy as hell.” His eyes dart down to my cleavage and then back up, and my smile widens.
I put my hands on the couch cushions behind him and lean in super close, bringing my breasts right in front of his nose. “You like my breasts, Julian?”
He inhales sharply, staring down at them with hunger in his eyes.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes,” he rasps then clears his throat.
I touch myself, running my hands up my sides and around the outsides of my breasts then across the rounded tops of my bare skin. He groans, kneading my thighs in restless anticipation.
“How does it feel knowing you’re going to see them?” I lean in closer so his lips are against my cleavage. “And you’re going to touch them?” I ask in a whisper.
He grips my thighs harder, pulling me toward him as he licks and nips my sensitive skin.
I gasp, pulling back with a hand on his chest. “Not yet.”
He leans his head back, tossing his hair out of his eyes and breathing heavily. “You’re driving me crazy, Chelsea.” He grinds himself up against me in his lap. “I’m so hard for you already.”
“Mmm.” I’m loving the sensation of his erection against my soaked panties. I admire his chest and arms, the olive skin taut over broad, firm muscles and the defined ridges of his abs. Then I run my hands along his pecs and down the center of his chest to where a fine layer of dark hair disappears into his shorts. “I’ve thought about you so much, Julian. Thought about what your skin would feel like under my fingers. About how this sexy body would feel on top of mine.”
He shifts again, biting his lip.
“Have you thought about me?” I ask.
“God, yes,” he groans. “Every time I come over. Every time I see you. I want to tear your clothes off and—” He stops.
I lift my brows. “And?”
He slides his hands around to my ass and grips hard enough to make me yelp. His words come out in a rush. “I want to bend you over the nearest table, or throw you up against a wall, or just take you right there on the floor of the grocery store. I want to fuck you so bad I feel like I’ll explode. I’ve been dreaming about this for so long. God, please let me touch you now, Chelsea.”
