"Which ones?"
"Uh-uh. No sass. All of them. Get naked and get on the couch."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Don't even."
"I never have been with a woman who wanted to be in control."
"I don't want to be in control." She cups me over my jeans. Groans as her palm brushes against my hard-on. "I just want you naked."
Fuck, all that denim in the way.
I can still feel the heat of her hand.
The friction of her touch.
My eyelids flutter together.
I want her badly.
But I still need to tease her. To keep this light. To get that laugh in my ears.
"How can you know if you've never tried it?" I peel her tank top up her stomach.
She lifts her arms over her head to help me.
Once it's on the floor, I bring my hands to her hips.
"That's a stupid question and you know it." She brings her palm back to my cock. Rubs me over my jeans. "Naked now."
"Sunshine, I'm not gonna do anything to stop exactly what you're doing."
"Oh." Her cheeks flush. "You're that—"
"Fuck." My nails dig into her skin. She's too fucking good at this. She doesn't realize it either. She doesn't realize there's a sex goddess in those combat boots.
And, fuck, I can't take teasing tonight.
I need to be inside her.
To be one with her.
To be every cheesy cliché in the world.
I lean down to bring my lips to hers.
She meets me halfway. She kisses me softly.
Her lips part. Her groan vibrates down my neck.
Blood flows south.
No more talking.
It's not my body taking over.
It's my heart.