Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

"Your jeans. Lose them."

"No." I press my lips together. Where the hell is this objection coming from? This guy is hot as hell and he's already setting me on fire. I very much want to lose my jeans.

"No?"

"I don't do that."

"You have sex with your pants on?"

"No. I don't do the whole guy barking orders thing." That was Ross's thing. It was always weird. Awkward.

His voice gets light. "Barking?"

"Yeah." I can't help but laugh. Okay, he isn't exactly barking, but the point stands. I copy his posture.

It doesn't work standing.

I sit on the bed and spread my legs in that blow me position guys love.

"Take off your jeans," I demand.

His eyes brighten. "Not sure I need to for that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He takes another step toward me. Drops to his knees between my legs.

"You… you're not one of those guys who doesn't—"

"Fuck no." He presses his palms against my thighs and pushes my legs apart. "You're gonna have to pull me away."

"Yeah?" My tongue slides over my lips. My limbs get light. It's been a long, long time since I've come from someone's mouth.

Longer since I've enjoyed it.

He undoes the button of my jeans. His eyes meet mine. "I don't bark orders."

"Then what was—"

"A request." He looks up at me. "Lift your hips."

"And that's a request?"

"I can't do this with your jeans on."

"True." I lift my hips.

He unzips my jeans and rolls them to my knees. My ankles.

His fingertips skim my skin as he drags his hands up my calves, my knees, my thighs.

His fingers curl into the straps of my thong.

Genius decision. Thank you, past Iris. For once, we're on the same page.

"You're not into dirty talk?" he asks.

"I am. Just not—"