second, it all feels too big. Too impossible. How did I get here? How did we find each other? It’s too
perfect for it to be an accident.
“Don’t tease me baby,” he says, voice dark and husky. I said the same thing to him weeks ago, and
now, being on the receiving end, I understand how hot that is. But I am going to tease him. A lot.
“This isn’t a tease. It’s a promise. Tonight, all of it is coming off. But first, I want you to take your
shirt off, slowly. I kinda wish you had the tie on, but we’ll make do.” A grin lights his face, and he
strides into the closet, emerging seconds later with a dark blue tie in his hands. I watch, in complete
lust, as he ties it neatly.
“You…wow, you did that fast. Like…you’re efficient. And good with knots.” Crap, crap, the
tables are turning here and I didn’t mean for that to happen, but seriously watching the man put on a tie
is as good as watching him pull it off. He’s the whole package.
His hands freeze on his tie, all humor drained from him. “I had a plan, you know. I was going to
take this slow. I was going to let you be in charge. But you had to go and ruin it, looking at me like
you want to lick me. Now, you’ve done it.”
The bite in his words makes me press my hand against the ache low in my stomach. “Done what?”
I ask. But I know. And I want.
Those hands move again, pulling roughly at the tie he just knotted, yanking it free from his collar.
“Pushed me over the edge,” he growls, advancing toward me.
“Oh…no,” I mumble, staring at the v of his throat as he stalks toward me. His hands go to the
buttons. “No,” I yell, throwing up my hand. He freezes and opens his mouth, but I thread my fingers
through the two sides of the shirt, and with every bit of might I can muster, yank.
I may have overestimated how much force it takes to tear open a man’s shirt. Or underestimated
my strength. Either way, the result is the same. Buttons pinging against the far walls of his bedroom.
Zach is staring at me wide-eyed, a mixture of shock and awe on his face. “I always wanted to do
that”, I say, cheeks hot.
Zach swallows and wet his lips. “That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Dumfounded, I’m about to ask him details, then realize it doesn’t matter. My hot boyfriend, the man
that loves me, looks like his mind is blown, and we haven’t even got to the good stuff yet.
I got this.
He pounces, and with a giggle, I fall back onto the bed. We’re roving hands and hot breath, and
