“No?”
“I liked seeing that side of you. I thought you were so quiet and laid-back.”
“I am.”
“Not last night. You were intense last night.”
“Too intense?”
“Perfect,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer. She needed to get him naked and fast. Her body remembered the warmth of his skin on hers and ached to feel it again. “I want you to be with me the way you want to be with me. Don’t hold back. I can take it.”
“You took it last night pretty well.”
“Only pretty well?”
“Very well,” he said, nuzzling his lips to her neck. “You want to take it again?”
“And again and again and again...”
Chris kissed her mouth and she ran her hands down his back. She slipped her hands under his shirt, desperate to touch him. After all that hard work, his body had grown hot to the touch and her cool skin bristled with pleasure as his heat suffused her. She wanted more more more of him and she couldn’t get it fast enough.
“Please get naked,” she said into his ear as his fingers found her jeans zipper.
“You first.”
“But—”
“Wait. Patience is its own reward.”
“So is your body.”
“If you don’t behave...”
She heard the warning tone in his voice and she liked it way too much.
“If I don’t behave, then what?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he said as he knelt and started pulling her jeans down. “But I know we’ll both like it.”
He had her naked in seconds but he kept his clothes on. She found this both delightful and infuriating. And she told him so.
“You’re greedy,” he said as he nudged her legs open with his knees.
“I’m wet.”
“You’re trying to get me naked before I’m ready. It won’t work.”
“I’m really, really wet?”
“I’ll take my clothes off when I’m good and ready and not a second sooner.”
“You’re doing this to torture me.”
“I might be. But this should make up for it.”
“What will make—”
Chris slipped a finger inside her.