“Can I?”
Her nod is heavy.
“Can I be honest with you, Leigh?”
She looks behind her to turn the hallway corner backward. “Of course.”
“Don’t have a fucking clue what we’re talking about.”
“Your jeans.”
I bring my hand to her ass and hold her body against mine.
She groans as my hard-on brushes her stomach. “You’re too good at this.”
“You complaining?”
“No.” She takes another step backward. Kicks the bedroom door open. “I just…” She steps into my bedroom. “I had this epic plan of winding you up and leaving you wanting.”
“Now?”
She shakes her head. “Take off your pants.”
“What if I like your plan?”
Her groan is agony.
“What if I want you on edge all fucking night?”
“Ryan—”
“Yeah, baby?”
“You’re evil.”
“I know.”
She slides her hand under my t-shirt. Presses her palm flat against my stomach. “You’re supposed to be desperate.”
“I am.”
“But you’re so—” She looks up at me, her blue eyes wide with lust. “In control.”
“Don’t tell me you don’t like it.”
Her purple hair falls in front of her eyes as she shakes her head.
“That a yes or a no?”
She backs herself onto my bed. “I fucking love it.” Her lips press together. She lies on her side, draping herself over my black sheets as she pats the spot next to her.
She looks like a centerfold.
She’s fucking perfect.
But this is all wrong.
This is so fucking wrong.