“What’s that?”
“You’re clean. You promise?”
“I haven’t had sex since my last relationship ended,” I admit, my voice low. “And I was tested after. Full clean bill. Swear on it.”
She locks those gorgeous hazel eyes on me, the kind that shift from gold to green depending on the light. “I want you bare. I’m on the pill. Don’t…come in me though. Is that weird?”
My jaw flexes. “No. That’s hot as hell. And fair warning—if I’m going in raw, you’re gonna feel everything, baby.”
Her breath catches, and she straddles me, sliding her hands under my shirt, fingers gliding up my abs like she’s savoring each ridge.
“God, you’re ridiculous,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her neck.
“Ridiculously sexy?” she asks, voice airy, breath hitching as I suck gently at the curve of her throat.
“Ridiculously dangerous.”
She leans in, brushing her lips against mine—just the ghost of contact, enough to make me ache.
“I think you like dangerous.”
I growl low in my throat. “Iamdangerous.”
She grins like a sinner in church. “Prove it.”
I lift her shirt in one fluid motion and toss it over the back of the couch.
Game on.
I slide my hands down her back as she straddles me, her bare torso pressing against my chest. Her skin is soft and flushed, her pupils wide with mischief.
She brushes my hair back from my forehead and leans in, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to my mouth. Then she pulls back just enough to whisper, “This is so fun when I canseeyour face, finally.”
I smirk, cupping the back of her head. “Yeah? Not missing the mystery anymore?”
She rolls her hips against mine, making me groan. “I don’t know. You still kind oflooklike a man who might have secrets.”
I grip her hips tighter. “Only one secret left, sweetheart. And you’re sitting on it.”
She laughs, loud and free, her head falling back. “God, you’re cocky.”
“You make me that way.”
Her gaze sharpens, and she drags her fingers across my jaw, slower this time. “You’ve got a good face, you know. Strong. And those eyes…”
I raise an eyebrow. “What about them?”
“They're trouble,” she says, then bites her lip. “You’re still trouble.”
“And you’re still straddling me.”
She leans forward and kisses me again, deeper this time, her tongue sweeping into my mouth. I slide my hand up her back, pressing her into me as we lose ourselves in it.
I break the kiss just long enough to murmur against her lips, “Bedroom?”
She hums as she tugs at my jeans, her breath warm against my jaw. “We’ll never make it.”
And then—she drops to her knees.
