But then, as if some magnet attaches us together, she’s crawling up my body, throwing herself at me. Dress sliding up her thighs as I catch her midair and our lips smash together.
“I dare you,” she huffs out in between kisses. Her nails dig into my neck and her other hand pulls, not gently, on my hair.
Breathless, I move us toward the bedroom. “Dare me to what?”
She’s making my entire brain fuzzy. My body wrecked with want. Fuckingrock hardand ready to go. I can’t seem to get her close enough to me.
“To make me come.” She sweeps her tongue inside my mouth, and my dick throbs. “Make me comeonyou.”
Fuck…
“I can do that.” I can.Gods, I can… Right? If not, I’ll spend all fucking night eating this woman to make it up to her. Make her come on my face for hours.
She tugs my head back from her, and I lunge toward her lips again, needing them on mine, but she pulls away. “I don’t think you can.”
I lay her back on the mattress and crawl over her, hips settling between hers. She perches on her elbows and threatens me with a glare.
And it hits me. I’ve learned something else about her in the times we’ve been together. What she needs and what she wants…
So, I take over.
“Take off your fucking dress.” Standing at the end of the bed, I snap my fingers and shed my belt. “Now.”
She scrambles to the side and unzips, tossing her long dark hair over one shoulder.
The sight of her naked figure hits me like a punch I don’t brace for. All sharp lines and soft curves in places that make my movements stall. She’s beautiful. Not just in vision—something else. Something that makes my chest tighten and my breaths quicken.
And I want inside it.
She’s wearing some lacy white things. Taking her time, she loosens her garter belts. Watching her delicate motions, I bite my bottom lip to refrain from ravishing her. When she slips off her stockings, I step out of my pants.
Covering her breasts, she hooks her bra on a finger, dangling it in the air. Then tosses it while staring at me with those piercing blue eyes.
I nod at her. “Everythingoff.”
Defiantly, she lifts her chin and drops her arms.
Her small tits… Glorious. She shimmies out of her panties, putting on a defiant show for me.
“You’re perfect,” I say on an exhale. It’s such a small word for what she looks like. But I’m not smart enough to come up with something that would make us both less nervous. My eyes catch on the hint of stitches in her upper left arm. “Where?—”
“Thursday leftovers.” She blushes and tries to cover them, but I shake my head.
“It doesn’t take anything away.” And inside? I’m grateful she wasn’t hurt worse. “You don’t need to hide them.”
Her body relaxes again, but she waves her finger threateningly at my jocks.
“Take those off.”
Smirking, I do.
Her eyes widen as she swallows. Throat tight and mouth tense. “Maybe put them back on… It looks like it grew since the last time I saw it.”
I give myself a stroke and chuckle. “It’s definitely grown since it saw all of you.”
Reaching for her, I slide my hand down her arm gently, then move us back to the bed. She shivers as I lean over her body, sliding my thighs beneath hers. “If you don’t want… Just tell me to stop if you need?—”
“Oh, just get it over with,” she snaps, and it hurts. Like a fucking stab to the heart.
