“Bra,” she says, panting.
“Yeah, fucking sexy. Made for your tits.” In my head are images of the many ways I can relieve her of it, none of them ending with the garment intact.
“Bra,” she says again. “Don’t rip it.”
I ignore her command and rip the black lace off her, freeing her breasts. “I’ll buy you a hundred bras, Skye. A new one for every time I fuck you, just so I can rip it off.”
Her nipples are tight and hard, so ready for my touch. But I don’t touch them. I’m still cupping the rosy flesh of her breasts, still gazing at them.
“Please,” she says.
“Please what?”
“My nipples. Touch them.”
I can’t help a surly smile. “You want me to touch your nipples, Skye?”
“Yes, God. Please.”
I brush my lips against the top of her throat. “How do you want me to touch them, baby?”
“I don’t care. Just touch them. Please.”
“What if I don’t?” I tease. “What will you do?”
She meets my gaze. “I… I’ll leave.”
Interesting choice, and one I’m not expecting.
I don’t like games as a rule, and Skye is definitely playing one. I want to get in her pants more than I want my next breath, but I will remain in charge here. Even if it means blue balls tonight.
I move backward, releasing her breasts. “Go ahead. You’re not obligated to stay here.”
Already I know she’ll
renege. She clearly wants me as much as I want her. Her breasts are swollen and her nipples erect. A sheen of perspiration shines on her flesh, and her fragrance. Damn. She’s wet and hot and ready.
No, she doesn’t want to leave. But she’ll claim to, because she doesn’t want to give me the upper hand.
Fuck. Skye Manning. A challenge.
And I love a challenge.
She clears her throat. “Fine. But I’ll need a…shirt or something.”
I glare at her. How far is she willing to take this? Because I will win this battle.
She opens her mouth, but I push her back against the wall, my hands gripping her shoulders. I move toward her slowly until our lips are only millimeters apart. God, I want to close the minute gap and kiss her, slide my tongue between those luscious lips and head into the bedroom. And I know she wants the same.
But I didn’t get where I am today by giving in, and I won’t give in now.
She will.
And she does.
She closes the distance and presses her lips to mine.
I pull back, still gripping her shoulders. “I thought you wanted to leave.”