“No. Mine.” He overruled.
Stalking forward, he removed her hands and scowled down at her.
Clearly not intimidated in the least, Jett backed up a step, grinned, then sassily placed both hands on top of her head.
“Have at it. Sir,” she added, knowing exactly how to push his buttons.
Christ.She was destroying him.
There was a slight tremble in his fingers as he slowly undressed her, one piece of clothing at a time; something else to which he was unaccustomed. Normally he was steady as a rock, and used disrobing as a way to stay in control.
To say he was not exactly steady, was an understatement.
And he was still a bit confused. What was the big deal? He’d already seen her completely unclothed.
Which should have dulled the magic.
At least a little bit.
But…it hadn’t.
He sucked in a breath and removed the last, tiny scrap of lace that had her standing naked before him, and all he could do was stare.
She was confident. And glorious.
From her wet, tousled hair, to her overflowing-handful breasts, all the way down her sleek torso to that trimmed, golden patch of heavenly curls he’d already parted once for a taste. He could have looked his fill all day.
But despite her bravado, Trask could see goosebumps starting to erupt on her skin.
“We need to get you warm,” he gruffed.
Trask quickly yanked off his unbuttoned shirt, then went to remove his own jeans, watching her reaction as he shed that outer layer. He then hooked his fingers into his boxer-briefs and paused.
Was he…shy all of a sudden?
Hell no.
“Don’t stop,” she hissed, her eyes fixed on the pulsating bulge that currently threatened the integrity of the material.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” he answered raspily, shucking out of them in one smooth move.
Jett moved like lightening, wrapping her hand around his tumescence before he could draw a breath. And…
“Argh!” He jerked himself backward. “Cold,” he yipped.
His balls retracted as far as they could, but…oh, sure. His dick was unfazed. The randy bastard was practically begging for more.
Jett grinned. “Then I guess we need to warm up,” she teased.
Trask opened the glass door to the shower, then using his bulk to steer her, he backed Jett into the enclosure.
When she reached for his cock again, he waylaid her hand by grabbing it with his, and sent her digits down betweenherlegs instead, manipulating her index finger directly onto her clit.
Jett’s eyes widened and her nipples peaked.
“Thatiscold,” she marveled, but she didn’t complain as he added his own pressure to her delicate bundle of nerves.
No.The sexy woman widened her legs and doubled down on their combined touch.
