It was too much. She couldn’t take it. He drew back, and she glared at him. He chuckled.
“Easy, darling. I’m not going to leave you hanging. But I want to see you.” She realized she wanted the same. He grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt. “Sit up.”
She hesitated. No one had seen her naked since she was a child. She was skinny, maybe too thin. She had little in the way of curves or boobs. Isn’t that what men wanted?
“Gigi, sit up or I’m going to rip this shirt off you.”
She narrowed her gaze. “Don’t you dare.”
“You have until the count of three. One.”
She grabbed his wrists. “Two.”
“Fine. Fucking fine.” She sat up.
“Joe is going to paddle your ass for that sort of language.”
“You swear!”
“Yeah, but I’m too big for him to put over his knee. You’re just right.” He whipped off her tee and whistled. “No, I was wrong. You’re better than just right.”
It warmed something inside her, pushed away some of her self-conscious doubt, to see the admiration in his gaze. He reached out and cupped her breast in his hand, running his thumb across the hard nub. She cried out.
Oh, fuck.
“They’re small.” Shit. Now why did she go and point that out to him?
“Perfect.”
She snorted. “How much of that wine have you had to drink?”
His eyes glittered. “I’m not drunk. You are perfect. Keep disparaging yourself, and I’ll forget I’m not into doling out punishments to naughty little girls.”
“I am not a little girl.”
“No?” His gaze turned teasing. “I could see you dressed in a catholic school-girl uniform, being reprimanded by the principal for flirting with the teachers, for wearing your skirt too short, and having your shirt too low cut.”
“And you would play the principal?” It should have sounded ridiculous. Instead, she wanted it. Could see it play out.
“Oh, no. I’d be one of the helpless teachers you seduced with your wicked ways.”
“Helpless, right.” She snorted. He pushed her gently onto her back. “That’s not how I would describe you.”
“Neither would I. Except when it comes to you. There is something about you that captivates me, Gigi. It has from the moment I entered the pantry and saw you.”
“What? So, you don’t come-on to every girl who tries to steal your Twinkies?” She attempted to lighten the mood. Because this couldn’t be real. They’d just met and not under ideal circumstances.
“Darling, you are welcome to my Twinkie any time you like.”
“Why do I get the feeling you’re not talking about the sweet treat?”
“Oh, it will be a treat.”
He cupped her breast, then teased her nipple, running his tongue over it, blowing out a breath on the wet nub then sucking on it until she was almost beside herself.
“Please, Garret. Please.”
“I like hearing you say my name. Say it again.”