Smoked (The Invincibles 5)

“For you.”

“All of this?”

He nodded, walked over, and stretched out on the bed.

“You need rest. I can do this later.”

Smoke fluffed two pillows, put them behind his head, and twirled his finger for me to get on with it. “Start with the purple bag.”

I picked it up, set it on the end of the bed, and pulled out several lace brassieres, all in various shades of blue.

“Can you tell what my favorite color is?”

“Pink?” I asked, holding up one of the sheer bras. “I don’t think this will cover much.”

“That’s the idea.” Smoke sat up. “Let me see it on you.”

“What, now?”

He nodded.

I chose a set and was off to the lavatory.

“Where are you going?”

“To change.”

Smoke shook his head. “I want to watch.”

“Close your eyes.”

Smoke laughed. “Then, I can’t watch.”

“Just for a minute.”

When he did, I quickly removed my clothes along with the less-than-sexy bra I was wearing. I shoved it into the empty purple bag.

“Okay. Open.”

Smoke’s eyes traveled down the length of my body. Feeling self-conscious again, I brought my hand to my hair.

“Come here,” he said, holding out his hand. I picked up the bra and let it dangle from my finger and raised a brow. “Later.”

By the time I got to the bed, Smoke had everything off but the joggers he must’ve changed into before coming into the house. I watched as he shimmied them over his arse and off his body.

“Closer,” he said, pulling me so I straddled his waist. He reached up with both hands and palmed my breasts. He toyed with one nipple and massaged the flesh around the other.

“I can feel how much you want me,” he said, reaching his hand between my legs, where my wetness dampened the skin of his stomach. He sat up and slowly lowered me so my back was flat on the bed but my legs were still around his waist.

He used his thumbs to spread my folds. “Magnificent,” he murmured, caressing my flesh with his fingertip. He brought that finger to his mouth, licked it clean, and then reached over to the nightstand.

He grabbed a foil packet from the drawer and handed it to me. “Go ahead.”

I tore it open and rolled the condom down his length. He took my hand and pulled me up. “Wrap your arms around my neck and hold on tight.”

He lifted my pelvis up far enough that he could ease into me. “We’re going to take this slow, Siren. I want you to watch as I go deeper.”

I was mesmerized by the sight of him entering me no more than an inch at a time until my body was flush with his. He put his hands under my bottom and moved my