“Thank you,” I whisper, my fingers sweeping through his hair.
“My pleasure,” he says.
And I believe him as he licks his lips. He did enjoy it. I read people for a living, knowing when to switch gears and when to bring up certain topics and when it’s best to avoid something altogether is a skill I honed many years ago. Gaige Ward legitimately likes getting me off with his mouth.
“I think you broke me,” I whisper as he sits up on his knees and begins to unbutton his shirt.
I rest my hand on his thigh as he shrugs out of it.
“Yeah? That’s not good. Kind of ruins the plans I have.”
My eyes lower to the bulge in his pants before roaming up the ridges of muscle to his eyes.
“Were you going to share these plans with me or am I supposed to figure them out on my own?”
He shrugs, his fingers working to open his belt and then the button and fly of his pants before dropping his hands.
“I can’t decide which one would be more fun.”
“I’ve always been a fan of discovery,” I say, my teeth digging into the corner of my bottom lip. “I’m okay with surprises.”
Having most of my control back over my body, I sit up, grabbing the waistband of his pants and boxers in my fist. I pull them down past the curve of his delectable ass, revealing the root of this thick cock.
“Wait,” he says, reaching into the back pocket and pulling out his wallet.
He snags a condom, tossing it toward the headboard before shoving the wallet back into the pocket. His hands fall back to his sides, giving me all the power once again. I keep my eyes off that single condom. This will be the third time we’ll hook up, and I heard him when he said he doesn’t do repeats. Obviously, that doesn’t apply to what we’re doing, and I’m not a fool. I know it doesn’t pertain to us right now, but a single condom also means not doubling up tonight. It shouldn’t bother me, but it niggles just a little in the center of my chest.
Although we aren’t standing, I try to do the very same thing to him that he did with me. I press my lips to his jaw, enjoying a little too much the way the scruff there feels against my lips. I want to rub against him like a cat, purring my pleasure in his ear until he pets me and calls me a good little kitty. My pussy seems to like the idea of that as well.
My mouth roams down his neck, tongue tasting his skin, but I make sure not to suck too hard. Hickeys are for teenagers needing to mark their territory. Not only are we adults, but I have no claim to this man.
I lick at his collarbone, pulling a rumble from deep in his chest, and a hiss of pleasure when I sink my teeth into the muscle between his neck and shoulder.
“Fuck,” he moans. “Again.”
I pull back, looking him right in the eyes. That first night he asked what I liked, and I never reversed that conversation for him, but he wants it rough too. This man likes a little pain. When I lean in again, teeth bared, his exposed cock brushes against my stomach, the wet tip of him leaving a trail of arousal on my skin. When I sink my teeth in on the other side, much like I did, his hands just have to find my hips.
“Leighton.” My name sounds like a plea.
I pull away before I do end up marking him like a possession.
“Lie back,” I urge, pressing my palm to his chest.
He crashes to the bed, more his doing than mine because the man is a brick wall. At some point, he kicked off his shoes. Hell, my heels are gone too, and I have no damn clue when they disappeared, and that says a lot about how distracted I am around this man.
I tug his pants and boxer briefs the rest of the way down, uncaring of where in the room they land, grateful for his help to lift his legs because I couldn’t have done it myself.
I kiss up his legs, letting my fingers roam, noticing that he likes it when my hair sweeps over his skin almost as much. I change the routine from what he did to me, bypassing his cock to kiss and lick the rippling muscles on his abdomen, letting my long tresses tease his cock instead of touching it with my mouth or hands.
“You’re going to give me a heart attack,” he complains when my teeth nip at the skin near his belly button.
“Don’t be impatient,” I mock, repeating the words he said earlier.
He flexes his hips, his cock shifting between my breasts, and a slow smile spreads across his face. He does it again and again, the pre-ejaculate leaking from his tip, making the glide easy. I angle my head, looking down at the action, and snake out my tongue.