Sinful (Bad Boy Rockers 5)

“What do you expect?” He smirks while caressing my body with his gaze.

He’s not the only one doing the eye thing because my gaze has been dancing all over him for a long time now. It also doesn’t get past me that his erection is on the rise again.

He chuckles, and wraps his hand around his dick. “What do you expect when you’re sitting there looking gorgeous.” He pumps a few times with his fist, before removing his hand.

“Don’t stop on my account.” I lick my lips, unable to move my eyes from the deliciously sexy man who is so close to me, and has what I want.

“Christ.” He lies back down, and watches me through heavily lidded eyes. “You like watching me.”

It isn’t a question but an observation.

“Hmm, I’m going to remember that,” he says thoughtfully.

Hitching his briefs and jeans back up, he leaves them open before helping me back into my clothes, or rather my bra and dress.

“Panties?” he enquires with a raised brow.

Now I blush.

He laughs. “Seriously? That’s fucking hot, and is going to drive me crazy from now on wondering as to whether or not you’re wearing any.”

I cuddle down against him, and admit, “That’s the first time I’ve ever gone without in public. I’d planned on whispering to you in the restaurant about my lack of under-garments.”

“God, I’d have had to take you somewhere to look.”

I squirm at the idea of Jace being under my skirt in a public place, but out of view of others.

“Oh, you like that idea, huh? I always like to please a lady.”

What have I just agreed to?

Chapter Thirteen

Jace

Walking Savannah to her porch after our evening under the stars has me feeling like a teenager with a belly full of nerves. I can’t remember the last time I even did this.

But with her hand in mine, it feels right and I have no problem feeling like a teenager walking his girl home after having sex for the first time. We have had sex for the first time, but I’m sure as hell not a teenager, and neither is the sexy woman walking beside me but there is something different about this experience with her. It really does feel like a first…no, not a first but a beginning.

Savannah is nervous as well and keeps chewing her bottom lip, which is seconds away from being covered by my mouth.

I let her walk up the steps of her porch in front of me so I can watch the sway of her bottom. Knowing that she has no panties on beneath her dress has me hard as fuck.

“You enjoying the view?” She turns and, with one hand on her dress, she slowly lifts the material.

My mouth goes dry as I watch more of her thigh appear before she laughs and lets the dress fall back into place.

I growl, “Tease.”

“I can be.” Her playful expression disappears as she lets me see the longing on her beautiful face. “Stay,” she whispers.

Not wanting to think about anything, I move forward and cup her face in my hands, sealing my mouth to hers. I don’t give any warning, and just dive in needing to taste her, to leave an impression that she is whom I want no matter how much I might hurt her by my next words.

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Trying to control the passion I feel for the woman in my arms, I place feather-like kisses along her lips, her jaw, and her neck before returning to her lips. I rest my forehead against hers and meet her gaze.

“You’re not going to be staying…are you?” She starts pulling away, even though I haven’t answered her.