When the backs of her legs hit the bed, she fell backward, pulling me down on top of her. I shifted to the side so I didn’t hurt her, although Zina had shown me on more than one occasion that she wasn’t fragile or delicate or one who’d be so easily overcome. The woman was strong, capable, and not afraid to take what she wanted.
My hands roamed over her full hips, kneading the roundness of her ass. She moaned into my mouth, breaking contact just long enough for me to flip her on her back.
I got to my hands and knees and hovered over her. “How about you lose the shirt?” Her chest rose and fell with her breath, making me eager to get my hands on her.
Her brow edged up. “I will if you will.”
“Done.” I reached over my shoulder and jerked my shirt up and over my head in one smooth move.
She laughed. “Someone’s feeling frisky tonight.” Then she slowly unfastened the bottom button on her shirt, her gaze never leaving mine. A sliver of sun-kissed skin peeked through the slit.
I wanted to bend over and slide my tongue against her, but I didn’t want to rush things; I was enjoying the way the heat continued to build between us.
Her tongue flicked out, gliding over her upper lip as she pushed the next button through the hole, exposing another few inches of her stomach.
“You okay there, Captain Jaybird? You’re looking a little hot under the collar. I don’t want you to melt.”
Tempted to growl out my frustration, I kept my cool. “You’re a tease.”
“Hmm.” She moved her hands to the next button. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Heat coiled in my gut as I held myself back, resisting the overwhelming urge to pop the buttons right off her shirt and let myself run my tongue down the center of her breastbone. I couldn’t wait to taste her skin and show her the real meaning of what it meant to be a tease.
Another button slid through its hole, revealing the bottom band of her bra.
“You draw this out any longer and I might just change my mind,” I teased.
“Oh yeah?” Her fingers gripped the sides of her shirt and pulled them together, cutting off my view of her rib cage. “You have something better to do tonight?”
I shrugged. “Astros are playing pre-season. Maybe I want to check out the game.”
Her mouth split into a knowing grin. “You’d rather watch a bunch of sweaty men toss their balls around than have me fondling yours?”
My dick responded to that comment, growing even thicker and harder as I imagined her doing just that. Faking a direct hit to the heart, I fell onto my side, adjusting myself on the way down. “You’re killing me, Baxter.”
She shed her shirt and straddled me, centering herself directly over my crotch. Her hips glided forward, creating the lightest, sweetest amount of pressure along my growing hard-on. “Well we can’t have that. At least not until I’m done with you.”
Gazing up at her, the light from the bedside lamp casting a glow behind her head, she looked like an angel. An angel whom I’d very much like to strip naked and drive to the brink of madness with my mouth.
I reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Her eyes narrowed as I moved my hands around her rib cage and slid them up to cup her breasts. “Who’s fondling who now?” I whispered.
Her mouth quirked up in a lopsided grin. She had me exactly where she wanted me; I could tell by the way she brushed over my hips, using her body to taunt me. Her breasts were heavy in my hands, and I swept the pads of my thumbs over her nipples. She bit her lower lip and lowered her hips, increasing the pressure, grinding against me.
I’d had enough. I cupped my hands under her ass and lifted up from the bed. Her legs wrapped around my middle, and I held her with one hand while I fumbled with my belt buckle. She didn’t make it easy—her tongue circled my ear, her hands tunneled through my hair. Dammit. Why did I have to wear the button-fly jeans today?
“Having trouble?” She pulled back enough to meet my gaze.
Hell, she drove me crazy. I’d been holding back, wanting to be gentle, wanting to keep myself in check and make sure she was taken care of before I took control. But now . . . now I wanted to claim her, wipe that smug smirk off her face, and show her what happened when she played with fire.
I dumped her on the bed and jerked my pants down my legs along with my briefs. As I kicked my feet loose, I wrapped a hand around my length. “Is this what you want?”
She licked her lips. If anything, the shift in power turned her on. She let her bra fall forward while she took her timeunbuttoning her jeans and slowly sliding them down her legs. While she watched, I grabbed the box I’d stored in the drawer, ripped open a packet, and unrolled a condom.
Stripped down to her birthday suit, she lay back on the bed and propped herself up on an elbow. Then she patted the space next to her and arched a brow. “What are you waiting for?”
Zina
The look on his face might have made me a little nervous if it were anyone but Alex. I may have pushed him too far, but I was enjoying myself and he could take it. In fact, he seemed to thrive on my smartass remarks and looked like he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
