"Did I? Nasty." I stepped out of the skirt and moved closer to the door. "I suppose you want to do a comparison."
He nodded, but his gaze kept traveling over the sheer lace bra and matching G-string panties. I backed up, then bent, picked up my discarded clothing and headed for the bed. As I turned, he made a low noise deep in his throat.
I leaned over the bed to lay my clothing on the far side. Then, still bent over, I glanced over my shoulder at him. His expression was enough to make me lean over farther, feet spread a little wider.
"Seeing something you like?" I said. "A position maybe? Judging by that look you're giving me, I think you're more of a wolf than you let on."
A low chuckle. "Normally, I wouldn't say it's a preference, but at the moment I believe I could be persuaded."
I stretched farther, arching to enhance his view...and the invitation. My hand glided between my legs. I pushed the fabric aside, then slid a fingertip in again.
"Jaime..."
I pushed the finger the rest of the way in. Jeremy grabbed the door frame. I smiled.
"One tug, that's all it'll take. I'll be right here. Waiting and..." I slid my wet finger out for him to see. "Ready."
His grip tightened on the door and I braced myself. Then he stopped short, nostrils flaring as he glanced over his shoulder. I backed off the bed and hurried over.
"Is someone down--?"
He lifted his finger to his lips and stepped to the edge for a better look. He frowned, then, gaze still riveted to something below, eased back to the door. His lips moved, but I caught only a murmur.
I moved to the gap and whispered, "What's that?"
He pressed against the opening. "I said--"
A sharp tug on my panties. I gasped and pulled back, but he had the front of them wrapped around his hand.
"You--"
A yank on the front of my bra and I smacked into the door frame, the curse cut short as his lips found mine. I gave a token struggle, but hated to ruin a very expensive lingerie set, so I gave up and kissed him back. The door frame pressed against my face and sides, cold and hard, an unwelcome contrast to the heat of his skin, and I wriggled to get away from it, to feel only him.
As his fingers crept into my panties, I tried to arch back, to give him better access, but the door was in the way. His fingers grazed me and my hands clenched, wanting to grab him, to dig my fingers into him, but all I could feel was that damned door.
He teased me, his fingertips slipping inside, but the angle was wrong and awkward and, after a moment, he pulled back.
"Don't stop," I said, voice ragged.
"Sorry, I'm a perfectionist. I'd hate to leave a bad first impression. Perhaps if you opened the door..."
"You open it."
"The door lock is on your side. True, I could break it--but that, as you pointed out, would be wrong. Irresponsible. Just reach over, flick the switch--"
"Never."
He yanked on my bra, pulling me into a kiss that sent my brain reeling, nails clawing at the door frame.
Okay, enough was enough. Time to tip the balance.
I reached through the gap and unbuttoned his pants, slid my hand into his shorts and wrapped my fingers--
He groaned and pressed against the gap, as if he could shoulder his way through.
That was more like it.
I stroked him, my grip tight, and his groan turned to growls that made my eyelids flutter and my panties flood. I arched my hips toward the door and pulled him between my legs. A sharper growl, frustrated now as he tried to get closer.