“You wandered off there for a minute.”
He looked up. He had.
And she was flat on her back, propped up on her elbows, with her knees tipped modestly in.
Open your knees.
She didn’t. She looked a little ticked.
“Sorry,” he said. “I was thinking about the marble.”
“I told you already. I’ve got carpet in my front hall. Indoor-outdoor. Indestructible, easy to vacuum.”
“That sounds scratchy.”
Open your knees, bun.
“Practical, though.”
He reached out for her ankles. Caught one. Dragged her closer.
“Hey! Nobody said you could touch.”
“Tell me no and I’ll stop.”
She watched him. Her eyes were liquid, her mouth gaping open slightly.
She didn’t say no, and that was all the invitation he needed.
He pushed her ankles apart and reached inside her skirt. Found her panties on each side and yanked them off. He pushed the skirt up to her waist so he could see her bare legs, all the way up. A slice of soft stomach.
Her pussy.
Completely, totally naked.
Oh, Jesus.
The surprise of it made his hand clench on the post, even as he felt his forehead furrowing into a frown.
He knew why he wanted to fuck it. He didn’t know why he needed to frown at it, too, as if Amber’s pussy had tricked him, somehow. As if she’d taken something that belonged to him and messed it all up without his permission.
He glanced at her face, then back between her legs. Unable to look away from it for more than a second.
She flicked her dress down and scooted up the bed, away from him.
“Don’t do that, bun,” he said, and without thinking, he climbed up after her. He wanted to pin her down. Lift up her skirt and look, and then look some more, and then taste.
With all the hair gone, she was so much more pink. So many shades, her clit more prominent, her arousal so obvious.
“Who the fuck is ‘bun’?” she asked, echoing his earlier question.
“Amber,” he said. Because he was getting tired of the game. It had been fun, but now it was just kind of mystifying, and he felt … he didn’t know how he felt. Frustrated. Betrayed, a little bit.
Outrageously aroused.
“Jennifer,” she countered.
“Come on, Amber. Show me.” He put his hand on her knee again.