He did nothing to stop the gold-trimmed black fabric from pooling at their feet.
She went directly for his suit jacket, taking time to lay it over a chair in the corner. “I may be repressed, but you dress like a monk.”
“I do not think monks wear Armani.” And she did not seem very repressed right now.
“Maybe not.” She grinned up at him cheekily. “I’d rather you weren’t wearing it right now, either.”
Delighted by her, he laughed. “Your wish is my pleasure to grant.”
He finished undressing, not minding in the least that she seemed intent on helping him.
When he was totally naked, his swollen sex jutting out from his body, he let her look her fill. He’d noticed how much she enjoyed it the night before. And having her gaze on him with such innocent hunger turned him on like nothing else.
She didn’t even wait for him to suggest she join him in his nudity before she started stripping, too.
Primal masculine satisfaction coursed through him and he grinned, even as his body reacted to every inch of honey skin she revealed.
“What?” his undeniably proactive lover asked as she laid her oh-so-conservative skirt on the chair with his clothes.
“It is me, not the alcohol.”
“What?” she asked, her expression confused as she unbuttoned her simple white blouse.
“Repressed Aaliyah has abandoned you for the present.”
Her hands stilled, the blouse gaping to reveal the luscious curves of breasts in another very feminine bra while a blush climbed her throat and up into her face. Yet she didn’t pull the open edges together.
“I feel free with you, like I can do anything and it’s okay.” She sounded astounded by that reality, but not unhappy.
He was delighted. “Exactly. Me. Not the alcohol.” He made her lose her inhibitions, no whiskey needed.
Her gaze sharpened in comprehension and she smiled. “Evidence would be in your favor.”
“I am aware.”
“Your arrogance is showing again.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Her smile made his heart pause in its beats.
He shook his head. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“I think I have a clue, rohi.” She gave a significant glance downward.
Laughing, he bent and swept her into his arms, pulling her scantily clad body flush to his.
He had never had so much fun with a lover.
She gasped, then threw her head back and hooted, the sound of amusement so sweet it sent shivers through him.
“You sure you don’t make a habit of this?” she asked, still giggling. “It’s just that it feels like a habit.”
“Only with you.”
He arranged her on the bed, having pulled the bedding back much to her apparent amusement.
“You find this funny?” Arousal was his predominant emotion at the moment, his sex so hard it was already leaking preejaculate.