“You also told me I could paint you like a French girl.”
Bailey’s gaze is intense, and I don’t know how to say that I want more of him. He exhales a long breath, running a hand through his hair, causing the strands to shift and fall into his face. “Is that what you want?”
“I want you,” I say, being as honest as I can.
The air in the room is crackling with electricity.
“How do you want me?” he asks, pulling his shirt off. His skin is golden from all the hours spent surfing and out in the sun this summer, and if I want to back out now, this would be the time.
I don’t want to stop.
I want him.
I’ve always wanted Bailey.
“Take off your pants,” I say, and a smile lifts the corners of his mouth as he steps out of his sneakers. His hands fall to the button on the front of his jeans, unfastening them as he pushes them down over his thighs, and finally, steps out of them.
The front of his briefs is tented, and I stare for a moment, feeling him watch me intently. My nipples harden, and his gaze is trained on my chest before lifting to meet my eyes. Bailey’s throat bobs, but he stands tall, not shying away.
“Everything, Walker,” I say, hoping my voice doesn’t give away my desperation to see him.
He hooks his thumbs on the elastic waistband, pushingthem down to join his jeans on the floor. “Look at me, Price. How can you paint me if you don’t?” he asks, his voice hoarse and full of wanting.
I think he’s as desperate as I am.
My gaze falls to his hardened cock, and a quiet gasp escapes me. “You’re perfect,” I whisper, fighting the urge to move closer to touch him. My mouth waters, watching his dick twitch, and my body pulses, aching for more.
“I’m not perfect, but I am yours,” he says, wrapping a hand around himself. “It’s your turn. Take off your clothes.”
I slide the straps off my shoulders, and I feel powerful when Bailey strokes himself as my romper falls around my waist, exposing my bare chest to him. He hisses through his teeth, and my hands are trembling with excitement. A few moments later, I’m standing there as bare as he is, my breath quickening under his watchful gaze.
“Fuck, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he says, and I can’t wait to watch him come undone. “You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.”
And with that, my self-control snaps.
I close the gap between us, pulling him into a messy kiss. Bailey’s skin is hot against mine, and I’m so turned on, I can feel the wetness pooling between my legs. There’s nothing soft and gentle about this, and I wrap my hand around his length, loving the way he moans into my mouth as I sweep my tongue against his.
My back hits the wall behind us, and Bailey’s hand slides into my hair, wrapping it around his hand to tilt my head back as his lips press against my throat. “Please, show me how much you want me,” I say, half-delirious from the feeling of having his hands and mouth all over me.
“I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” he says against my skin, and I know he means it. This isn’t how I thought tonight was going to go, but I’m not complaining by any means.
My core is aching for contact to help relieve some of the pressure, and Bailey lets go of my hair to move his hand between my legs. He runs his fingers over my core, taunting me.
“Bailey,” I beg, grabbing his shoulder as he takes my peak in his mouth. The sight of Bailey’s blond hair over my chest is enough to make my knees weak as his fingers take a second pass, pressing against my clit for only a moment.
“God, you’re fucking drenched, Kait. Do you taste as sweet as I think you will?” he asks, lifting his head to look up at me with a smirk.
“Why don’t you get on your knees and find out?” I say, needing more than the teasing he’s doing.
Bailey brings his hand up to his mouth, sucking on the fingers coated with my arousal. “I plan to,” he says, and my rebuttal is cut off by a moan when he presses those same fingers into me this time. “First, I think you should take a taste of your sweetness,” he says, standing up. I can smell myself when he brings them up in front of my mouth, his eyes gleaming.
I part my lips, tilting my head to wrap them around his two fingers. I swirl my tongue around, sucking just like I would if it were his dick.Goddamn, this might be the hottest thing I’ve ever done.
“Good girl,” he praises, pulling his fingers away to kiss me again, taking my breath away before dropping to his knees.
“Holy shit,” I say, my voice breathless. He grabs the back of my thigh, lifting my leg over his shoulder, and my head is spinning. I can feel his breath against my inner thighs, and I shiver as he uses his thumbs to spread me wide open.
“Do you like me on my knees for you, sunshine?” he asks, and I nod, reaching to run my fingers through his hair.
