“You can give me a strip show.”
“Just remind me of that and I’ll give you a lap dance, too.”
Heat races through me and I give him a slow grin, pushing him back.
“Sit down, then,” I purr. “I’ll give you that show and, if you’re lucky, I might even fulfill the other promise, too.”
I can see that he remembers, and I grin as he stumbles backward and crashes onto the couch, fumbling with his jacket to remove it.
“Take off your shirt, Kyle,” I say, stalking toward him.
He scrambles to obey. As he does this, I finger the hem of my shirt, lifting it teasingly to show him my stomach. I inch it up bit by bit, and he barely seems to breathe as he watches me, his mouth slightly open. I shimmy my shirt up and over my head, dragging it slowly over my arms before dropping it to the ground.
“Your jeans,” I say, my voice rough.
He almost chokes, but he hurries to do as I ask, unbuckling his jeans and throwing them aside once he’s slipped them over his legs, taking his socks and shoes with them. His cock is standing tall in his boxers, leaking through with need.
I kick off my shoes and lift a leg, slowly sliding one sock off. Then I take the other off. I’ve never felt sexier than now, with the way Kyle is watching me take off my clothes, and I stretch my arms over my head, his eyes following the bounce of my breasts and the twist of my hips. Then I snap open the button on my jeans and drag the zipper down, showing just a hint of my panties.
Kyle’s eyes are fixed on my hands. I feel a thrill run through me at how closely he’s watching me. I push my jeans over my hips and bend over, slowly guiding the material over my legs. When they hit the floor I straighten to find Kyle tugging on his own penis, his hips thrusting up with a groan.
“No touching,” I say teasingly, stepping out of my jeans and making my way toward him, clad only in my underwear.
I slap his hands away and swing a leg over his lap, straddling him. I sit down on his hips, and I hear his choked cry as his hardened penis slides underneath my body. His hips buck up, seeking pressure, and I put my hands on his shoulders as I slowly circle my own hips, pressing down against him.
“Fuck,” Kyle says, his eyes rolling back.
I grin. “Do you like that?”
“Fuck, yes,” he groans.
His hips hump up against me, desperate for release, and I grind down against him, panting as my body thrums with pleasure, wanting more. I had planned to tease him for a little while longer, though, to show him just how much I needed him before we moved on.
But, all of a sudden, Kyle stands. His hands are underneath my butt, and he hauls himself up off the couch, my legs wrapping around his waist before I fall. He meets my li
ps in a hungry kiss, my hands tangling in his hair.
“You fucking tease,” he says roughly when we part. “I’m going to fuck you hard for that.”
My breath catches. “Yes,” I hiss, my fingers clenching on his shoulders. “Fuck me as hard as you can.”
Nothing else matters. Not our misunderstanding, not the fact that we’re still feeling our way through something new. All that matters is me being here in Kyle’s arms.
I’m right where I want to be.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Kyle
It’s the first time that I’ve felt like we’re actually doing this because we want to. Every other time we’ve had sex, something else has been happening in the background. We’ve either been drunk or Jesse has been hovering over us, leading Allison to desperately seek reassurance. Ethan wasn’t wrong in saying that our entire relationship, so far, has been based on the bad things that have happened.
But not tonight. Tonight, Allison got on my motorbike. Tonight, we sat in a restaurant and finally spoke about ourselves, and got to know each other. Tonight, we haven’t had anything other than soda to drink, and Jesse is distant in both our minds.
Tonight, we want each other just because we want each other.
The knowledge gives me a heady feeling as I carry Allison to the bedroom, her legs wrapped around me. She’s alive in my arms, kissing my neck and biting my collar, her hands exploring my shoulders and my arms. I almost falter as she pinches my nipple, and I feel her grin against my skin.
“I’ll drop you,” I warn her.