As soon as I mentioned the dog’s name, his face scrunched up slightly. “That dog’s breath is just damn awful,” he muttered and then went back to thinking. “I wasn’t with you when you got Red and Rambo.”
“No, but I bought them for you and with you in mind the whole time. In fact, I was excited because I was picturing your reaction when you saw them.”
“And I thought they were rats,” he chuckled, shaking his head.
Um, not quite. “No, you thought I was going to mess up your green with blue cushions at first,” I reminded him, grinning when he looked surprised. “Yup, I can read you that well.”
Moving so that his crotch pressed more firmly against mine, he kissed me gently. “You can, can you? And what am I thinking now?”
That was easy to answer, I could feel what he was thinking seeing as how it was hard and pressed against me.
Shifting my hips so that I pressed up against his hardness, I whispered, “Something related to one of the positions in the book you’ve stolen from me.”
I hadn’t even had a chance to do more than skim some of the pages in it before he’d taken it away from me.
Shaking his head, he leaned down and kissed me again. “That’s where you’re wrong. I’m actually thinking of a phone call I got while you were in the shower earlier.”
A phone call? “What?”
“Uh-hum,” he hummed, grinding down against me. “A phone call, one that I’ve been waiting for.”
What the hell kind of phone call was he talking about? Then it clicked. “Parker!”
“That’s right. And with me having the all clear and you having the injection a week ago, guess what?”
I didn’t need to guess what, every part of my vagina was screaming at me what was what. So, I used his word back at him making him groan. “Raw.”
No other words needed to be said as he raised up to pull my top over my head, followed by his own. The thing was, not only had I ordered stuff for the dogs to be delivered to Ariana, but I’d also placed an order at a shop they knew where Levi’s cousins lived called Scarlett Temptations. And I’d put the first set that had arrived on this morning.
He’d only just dropped his t-shirt behind him when he noticed the lace bra that was in a purple-blue color. “Holy shit.”
“You tear it, I’ll kill you,” I warned him, lifting my hands up to undo the clasp at the front myself, and frowning when he knocked my hands out of the way gently.
Shaking his head, he lowered the tip of his finger to skim it along the outside edge of the lace, stopping on the little clip at the front holding it together.
“I really love this, and I want to be the one to take it off.”
Expecting him to do just that, I was confused when he leaned over and ran his tongue where his finger had just been instead. That was until he moved down slightly and sucked my nipple through the lace. Hissing, I held his head, arching my back slightly at the same time.
“Jesus, why does that feel so good?”
Either he didn’t know or he was too involved in what he was doing, because he just moved across to the other side to do the same thing there. Not that I had it in me to care, at this precise moment words were cheap if you asked me. So, I ran my nails down his back, groaning when it made him grind down into me again as he continued moving his mouth over my breasts.
Not one to stay idle, I moved my right hand around the front of his jeans and worked one handed to undo the button and zipper on them so that I could fit my hand down to where his hard cock was. That said, I wasn’t going to make it easy on him so I pulled on all of my self-control, and did it as slowly as possible, torturing him with the anticipation just like he was doing to me.
Finally, freaking finally, I had it in my hand and did my best to wrap my fingers around it.
“Tighter,” he rasped, and I almost groaned with relief when he undid the damn clasp.
Doing as he’d asked, I tightened my grip and started moving my hand up and down as well, while he lifted up to get to the zip on my jeans, unveiling the matching panties to the bra. As soon as he saw them, he reared up jerking his cock out of my hand, and yanked the pants off my legs.
“This color,” he whispered, running his hands up my thighs toward where he was staring between my legs. “And this pussy…” he said, grunting as he cupped me between my legs now and looked up at me. “Photos of it need to be under the definition of perfection.”