She’s done this before, yes, but now it feels less like an exploration and more like we’re marking each other.
She’s imprinting my body on her mind, and I love it.
“Pants,” she says.
I roll off her and lie on my back, hands behind my head.
If she wants to lead, permission granted.
We both know who’s really in control.
Hell, there’s nothing sexier than a woman removing your clothes like you’re a king, especially when she looks at you like you just hung the moon and the stars.
Jeans first.
She presses a hot, hungry kiss below my naval as she unbuttons them and works down my zipper, gliding her fingers over my bulge.
I suck in a breath.
Her eyes find mine, all honey brown past the dark of her pupils, almost gold.
I’m no poet, but even a literary idiot like me could write goddamn sonnets if she asked.
“You like that?” She trails another nail down my erection, featherlight.
My cock throbs violently against her touch.
“You know I do.” I smirk at her. “Do it again.”
“First, I want to see what it’s like when Brady Pruitt gets teased.” Still holding my gaze, she removes her light-pink bra. It’s another sensible, everyday bra.
How does something so basic make me unhinged?
A little too wild. A lot reckless.
With Lena, I have to stay focused.
Even if it feels like I’m drenched in gasoline and she’s holding the match, hovering the flame over me, smiling with delight because she can burn me down in a second.
Fuck.
As I watch her, she takes my hand and places it on her waistband.
She doesn’t need to ask twice. Not with words.
I’m lightning—a little too fast, maybe—ripping the sheer material of her pastel pink panties as I yank them down her legs and fling them aside.
I breathe deep, feeling my nostrils flare as her scent fills the room.
Honest to God, I could bury myself in her wet little cunt for days.
Then I twist around, throwing her underneath me in one hungry movement, spreading her legs with mine.
“Open your legs and give it up, Sass. That sweet pussy’s mine.”
Growling, I plunge my fingers into her.
She’s all slick heat. I knew that from the damp spot on her panties, but feeling her silky smoothness against my fingers makes my blood storm.
