I burst out laughing. “Yeah, I changed my mind. This is over.”
He scowled at me as he stopped in front of a closed door. “This isn’t funny.”
“Oh, it is,” I assured him. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”
“I’m not flustered.”
I rolled my eyes. “Sure you’re not. I’m flustered, so I can’t even imagine what it’s like for you. I’m really attractive.”
“You have a feather sticking out of your hair.”
I reached up and pulled it out. “Underage teenagers made it for me. Now, how about we do the sex?”
He looked up at the ceiling as if praying for strength. Since he didn’t seem to be inclined to do it on his own, I pushed open the door.
His room was bigger than I expected. There was a large bed that I hoped was ready to have its springs tested. A chest sat at the footboard on top of a gray rug. A large set of windows looked out to the backyard that had a patio with a table and chairs—
“Okay,” I announced. “That’s enough of that.”
He frowned at me. “That’s enough of what?”
“Never mind. Take off your pants!”
He squawked loudly when I tackled him again, wrapping my legs around his waist. He staggered backward a couple of steps but stayed upright. His hands came down to my ass, holding me up as I kissed him while trying to undo his tie. I mostly made a mess of it (both the kissing and the tie), and he started laughing against my mouth. “Why did you have to wear all of this?” I muttered while he kissed my cheek and forehead. “Especially if you knew we were going to be doing this later.”
“I’ll remember to dress accordingly for sex in the future,” he promised, and I really liked the sound of that.
“See that you do. Off. Off!”
He threw me down on his bed, my legs hanging off the edge. I bounced up and down as I watched him pull off his tie. My mouth went dry as he started unbuttoning the leather dress shirt. The hair on his chest and stomach was slick with sweat, and that absolutely was not a problem for me. And the motherfucker knew it, because he arched an eyebrow at me as he proceeded to strip slowly, sliding his shirt off his shoulders, the muscles in his chest and arms flexing as he dropped it to the floor.
“This is a good day,” I breathed.
He snorted as he crawled over me, knees near my hips, hands on either side of my head. He looked down at me, gaze heated. I reached up and ran my fingers through his beard, wondering how good that burn was going to feel when he rubbed it against my skin.
His expression softened. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
“You good?”
“So good.”
“You up for this?”
“In more ways than one.”
He hung his head. “Yeah, I get the hard wood thing now.”
“I’m glad. It was terrible of you to say. You should be ashamed.”
Chances are I would have kept on going (who the fuck knew laughter during sex was quite possibly the greatest thing in the world?), but he leaned down and kissed me again, swiping his tongue against my lips. I groaned as I opened my mouth to him. I started to wrap my arms around him, but he grabbed me by my wrists, pressing them down above my head against the bed. He was stronger than I expected.
And I was just fine with that.
I managed to kick off my shoes without kneeing him in the balls while he licked the side of my neck. I squirmed underneath him, trying to pull away and get closer all at once. I gasped when he bit down again, and there was a dirty, nasty part of me that hoped his teeth would leave an impression that would last for days.
My eyes rolled back into my head as he reached between us, gripping me through my jeans. I rocked against his hand as he squeezed hard.