"No," she murmured back.
"No? Then why are you all dressed up then?"
"For me," Elise said, pulling back to look at me, eyes blazing. "It doesn't always have to be for a man. Maybe I just wanted to look nice for my own confidence."
She glanced away, and her cheeks were flushed, so I could tell she was telling the truth and feeling a little embarrassed about it.
That did sound like Elise. Doing something just to make herself feel good, and it was oddly endearing. It did not do anything to soothe the jealousy that I was still grappling with, though.
"Good," I growled. "Because he didn't deserve to see this."
"And you do?" she asked, arching a brow.
"You invited me up here. You're touching my cock like you want it inside you. I think you know the answer to that question."
Her cheeks burned even hotter, and I smirked, amused at the reaction.
"You're so cute when you try to act all innocent," I told her with a slow smile. I dipped my head and kissed along her throat, grinning wider at the low noise that got from her. "When you act like you don't want this just as badly as I do."
"I never said--oh."
Whatever indignant thing she had been about to say was cut off by the soft moan when I set my teeth against her neck, biting down gently enough that it wouldn't leave a mark, but firmly enough for her to feel it.
Her mouth was open, and her breath was coming in short pants, and I couldn't help the way I wanted to tease her. She reacted so well, flushed and turned on, soaking into the fabric of her panties like a wanton little thing.
"Tell me what you want," I murmured against her skin. "Tell me, and I might do it."
I waited for the retort or sarcastic comment, but there wasn't one. Instead, she was trembling against me, her hand still stroking at my crotch. But I could ignore that for the moment. For right now, I wanted to focus on her.
"I want..." she started, only to trail off, shaking her head.
I didn't know if she just didn't know what she wanted or if she was shy about saying it, but either way, I planned to roll with it.
I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, sliding it down her arms and then tossing it over her shoulder, displaying her breasts.
They were so soft looking, tipped with a dusky pink nipple that almost matched the color of her dress and underwear. I reached out and rolled one between my fingers, earning a sharp gasp for my trouble.
"Do you wanna know what I want, then?" I asked her.
"Sure," she said, still sounding shaky.
"I want to see how many times I can make you come tonight."
Her eyes got wide, and I watched the flash of her pink tongue as it darted out, licking her lips. I wanted to chase it back into her mouth and claim it with my own, but I gave her a second to process what I'd just said. If she was going to take issue with it and try to get me to leave, I wanted to know before I got too involved here.
But she didn't tell me to go. She stared at me for a second and then breathed out a soft "Please."
I was more than willing to take that as permission, and I grinned at her, stepping back to shuck off my hoodie and shirt, dropping them to the floor with ease.
That seemed to spark her to come back to herself, and she ran her hands along my chest and stomach, feeling the muscles under my skin.
"It's not fair," she said with a little pout. "You're a doctor. How did you get so built?"
That surprised a laugh out of me, and I pulled her close once more, leaning in to kiss her deeply. "It's a secret," I teased, whispering it against her lips.
She rolled her eyes and smacked my chest lightly, but I just kissed her again, like I couldn't get enough.
On the wayto the bedroom, we shed more clothes. Her panties landed somewhere in the hallway, and my pants and boxers followed, leaving a trail from where we'd started in the living room, all the way to the bed.
