I whip around, and the vibrator slips out of my grasp, dropping with a thud onto the floor. You might as well strip me bare for him to see.
His gaze drifts down to it and back to me.
Foster steps into the condo without a word, shutting the door and flicking the lock. He looks good. Really, really good. Black jeans, black T-shirt with tattoos sneaking up over the neckline and down his arms, no hat. I bite my lip, my unsatisfied pussy begging me to throw caution to the wind.
“What are you doing?” He walks over to his bedroom door, drops his bag, and breaks the distance, getting closer.
I bend down and swipe the vibrator up, putting it behind my back. “Nothing. I was just?—”
“Let’s not insult my intelligence.”
Damn me for being a polite roommate and leaving the living room light on for him.
I finally give up the act. “Fine, if you must know, I was pleasuring myself and my vibrator died.”
“Pleasuring yourself?” His eyebrows raise. “Mid orgasm?”
“I hadn’t gotten there yet.”
“And you’re out here because you were going to hump the couch?”
I scoff then glare at him. “Excuse me?”
He shrugs. “It is your favorite thing in this condo. It’s a logical theory.”
“It is not. I was looking for batteries. What kind of man doesn’t have batteries?”
He chuckles and walks over to the fridge, pulls a water out, and twists it open, his eyes never leaving mine. “One who doesn’t rely on sex toys.”
“That’s sad.”
“My fist does the job just fine.”
“Must be nice. You men have it so easy.”
I haven’t left the doorframe of my bedroom because I’m terrified I’ll do something I shouldn’t, because we’re in worst-case territory here. I’m highly aroused, and now he’s standing in front of me looking all bad boy hot with lickable tattoos after he saved the game today, and the Colts won.
“I don’t know, your clit has more than double the amount of nerve fibers as my dick.”
A laugh bubbles out of me. “Doing some research, I see?”
It’s hot that he is. That after our conversation, he actually cares about giving a woman an orgasm and is reading up on it.
“If you know anything about me, you should know I don’t want to be mediocre at anything.”
“No one said you were mediocre.”
“I didn’t give you an orgasm. That makes me less than mediocre actually.” He takes his water and heads toward his room. “Don’t forget that the offer still stands. And tonight it looks like you could use a little relief.” He shoots me a wicked grin over his shoulder.
I glare at him. “Don’t play games.”
He turns around and puts his water on his dresser, before resting his hands on the top of the doorframe, his long body stretching. “I’m not playing games. I might not vibrate, but I have fingers, a tongue, and a cock that you can use and abuse.”
I stare at him, trying to quiet the noise of my pussy screaming at me, wondering why we’re not already across the room.
“We shouldn’t.” Even I can hear that I don’t really mean it.
“It’s just bodies, Callie. And I’m gonna be honest, I wouldn’t mind celebrating my win tonight.”
