He shook his head. “No, I want to take my time with you, Pennsylvania.”
The sound of my full name tumbling out of his gorgeous mouth had my cock twitching.
“Yeah, okay.”
“Tonight, come to my room.”
I smiled so wide my cheeks ached. “I’ll be there.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Gideon
Penn wasn’table to come to my room until after nine. I’d had to talk to Dean, Rita, and the kids; then Danny and Alex were going over some specs for a mass attack I was planning. We ate dinner between everything and it was now after nine, and I was just getting out of the shower when there was a knock.
“Come in.” I was only in a towel, my skin still warm from the water.
Penn stepped into the bedroom wearing boxers and a T-shirt. I couldn’t stop the grin that formed as his eyes drank in every inch of my skin.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I said as I walked to where he was standing. He hadn’t moved since he closed the door.
“You are too.”
I chuckled and with a flip of my wrist, the towel fell to the floor. “Am I?”
He simultaneously removed his shirt and boxers and I sat on the bed, enjoying the chaotic show. Penn was a beautiful man.His green eyes were the main feature, but the expanse of muscles covering his body, the way he stood without a care in the world, his smile…that was glorious. My eyes landed on his hardening cock. A work of art.
“Well, you got naked, but you’re still so far away.” I crooked my finger at him, and he took three huge steps and was right in front of me.
“Now what?” He was being a smartass.
“Turn around.”
That seemed to surprise him—he’d likely thought I was going to have him sprawling on the bed. Oh no, I wanted his ass every way I could have it tonight. He slowly turned, watching me over his shoulder.
I placed my hands on his hard, muscled ass and massaged. “Beautiful.”
“My butt?”
“All of you, Penn, but I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
He snorted. “Touching my ass has been occupying your mind.”
“No, this has.” I spread his cheeks and dove in. My lips covered his pucker, and he moaned out some rather impressive words as he leaned forward, giving me more access to his delicious hole.
I feasted until his legs shook, my tongue prodding, loosening the muscle. He was chanting my name, begging.
Reluctantly, I sat back. “Get on the bed.”
I moved to the nightstand to grab lube and a condom, and tossed it onto the comforter. Penn was on the bed, spread-eagled, his cock leaking and red, the green in his eyes barely visible.
“Are you gonna stare at me all night, or are you going to fuck me?”
Slowly I prowled closer to him, stopping once I was hovering. I could see the pulse in his neck hammering away. He was panting, and the need radiating from him almost made me come.
“Let me get you ready.”
“You don’t have to,” he said as I grabbed the lube and poured it onto my fingers.
