“Naked. Yes.”
“You’re too much sometimes, you know that?”
“But that’s why you love me.”
“I do. I wouldn’t have come back if I didn’t.”
“I’m happy you did.”
“Me too. Orgasms just aren’t the same when they aren’t with you.”
He pops an eyebrow, almost as if he’s asking me what orgasms I’ve experienced that he wasn’t a part of.
“Brinley bought me a vibrator for Valentine’s Day, remember?” I grin. “I’m trying to broaden my horizons.”
“Only if you remember a vibrator will never get you off as good as I can.”
“Hmm, you might have to refresh my memory.”
He’s on top of me in seconds, his bare body pinning me to the bed. The heat between us causes my cheeks to flush as he pins my wrists with his hands by my head.
“Now, that’s something I have no problem doing.” He leans down, tugging on my bottom lip with his teeth before letting it go. “All night, if necessary.”
“You speak a big game, but I don’t know if evenyouhave that kind of energy.”
“Guess we’re just gonna have to find out.”
His hips rock against mine, causing my back to arch up in order to meet him halfway, and as he rocks against me again, a soft moan escapes my lips.
His hand draws slow circles on my leg, slowly inching up until there’s nowhere left to go. My toes curl as the pressure builds in my lower stomach because of where his hand is. And he knows it’s getting to me too. I can feel his cheeky smile as his lips cover mine, his thumb continuing to rub circles inside my thigh.
“You’re a tease.” He practically swallows my words as his tongue dives into my mouth, and I can’t help but pull him tighter against me.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh really?” I ask, in between kisses, as my hand travels down his body and grazes over him, just for a second, before moving away.
“Now, who’s the tease,” he whispers; his mouth leaves mine and then finds the side of my neck.
“You deserved it.”
His lips travel down my chest until they meet the mounds of my breast. My back arches off the bed, and suddenly I’m no longer mad at him because his lips are making up for what his hands aren’t doing. The warmth of his tongue sends pleasure burning through my blood as his lips travel lower, meeting my bare stomach.
His eyes darken as he looks up at me before dipping under the covers. His warm mouth finds the inside of my thigh, and his teeth sink into it, sending a stinging sensation down my leg before soothing it with his tongue. I feel his breath traveling up my body, a whimper building in my throat.
Then suddenly, the warmth is gone. He’s no longer under the blanket; his thumb’s no longer rubbing circles on my inner thigh.
My eyes shoot open.
“Where are you going?”
“You said you were hungry earlier. Can’t go out like this; I need a shower first.”
“What happened to round three and then a shower?”
“My stomach started growling.”
“You’re an ass.” I chuck a pillow at him.
