“Take it off.”
“Take what off?”
“The clothes you don’t need anymore.”
My heart sprouts wings as I rise from the chair and stand before him, just out of reach.
He loves to watch me undress, especially when I tease.
I start slow, inching fabric, tracing buttons and clasps, sliding fingers along skin, and subtly swaying to the gentle music.
His moonlit eyes glint in the shadow beneath his hat, his jaw a rigid slope of self-restraint. He sits in a reclined position, arms and legs spread out in a relaxed and confident way, taking up space and owning the air.
His chin angles down, and a hand rests beneath his mouth with fingers loosely curled. It’s a pose of casual indifference, but there’s nothing casual or indifferent about the way he stares at me.
I remove the last of my clothes and stand before him, a little lust-drunk and totally nude.
He makes me wait through a long, lingering perusal before his gaze meets and holds mine.
“Touch me.” He removes the hat and sets it aside, his hooded eyes soldering our connection.
My nipples pucker in the night air, and a sublime quiver ripples through me.
Three unhurried steps bring me into the V of his legs. I place my hands on the armrests and bend in to gently graze my lips across his forehead. Then I slowly veer over to his temple and down to his mouth, trailing the kiss as lightly as possible while stirring the barely visible hairs that cover his face.
The sweet, subtle brush of lips makes his breath hitch and his dimple pop. I nip at the sexy rivet and glide away to his ear, hovering there while releasing a languorous sigh meant to tantalize.
“You drive me crazy.” He groans, sinking deeper into the chair and stretching his legs out around me.
“You love it.”
“Fuck yeah, I do.”
His head falls back, exposing the sensitive tendon that runs from his ear to his shoulder. I go after it with my mouth, starting at his earlobe and working my way down the ridge, randomly alternating between languid licks, nibbles, and flicks with the silky underside of my tongue. The constant back and forth keeps his senses on maximum alert.
By the time I reach his shoulder, his breathing is shallow and fast. He yanks off his shirt and returns to his sprawl, his gaze demanding and possessive.
With a smile, I trace my mouth along the alluring lines of his muscled torso. He doesn’t move to grab me or rush this. He loves to prolong the agony as much as I do.
“You’re stupid sexy.” I nip and tongue every hard, sweet spot from his throat to his eight-pack. “I lose brain cells every time I look at you.”
“Less talking, more licking.” His growly bedroom voice curls pulsing heat between my legs.
His eyes haven’t strayed from mine once, his body tight and hot beneath me. Each of my featherlight kisses makes his pecs twitch and bounce, and he clenches his hands around the armrests.
I edge toward the hand with the scar and touch the tip of my tongue against the webbed area between his strong fingers.
His grip relaxes, and I lick along the sides of each digit, stimulating sensitive nerves.
His eyes briefly close, lips separating, and the denim between his legs tightens around the hard, swollen length of his arousal.
I use only my mouth, my hands never leaving the chair, as I roam to his buckle. There, I lightly blow on the treasure trail of sparse hair that leads to where we’re both aching for me to go. It’s a prize-worthy trail, and I show him by licking the spot below his belly button, drawing some of those soft hairs between my lips, and pulling, just hard enough that he feels it.
Right about now, pinpricks of edgy pain are sending jolts of electricity through his abs and low below his belt.
His hips shift beneath me, and the cords in his neck strain beneath his five o’clock shadow.
From under his tousled black hair glows eyes the color of the forest in the moonlight, like the greenest leaves absorbing bits of the stars from the night sky.
I know what he’s thinking. He wants me to yank down his zipper and suck him to the back of my throat. I want that, too, but I also want his mouth.
Sliding up his body, I straddle a rock-hard thigh and angle toward him. With my hands on his jaw, I steal sips of virile breaths from strong lips.
The taste of him stirs something wild and instinctual inside of me. “I love to kiss you.”
His arms come around me, and he presses in, taking over.
He draws my bottom lip between his and sucks aggressively, bringing blood to the surface of my skin and making it even more sensitive.
I do the same to his top lip. Then we switch. Back and forth, we roll into a sensual glide of mouths and tongues, tangling and gasping into a steamy fog of hunger.