“I want to be naked with you. I can’t wait anymore. I need that. Now.”
Well, damn. Fire or no fire, he’d never have argued with that.
With frantic, fumbling fingers they undressed each other, tossing their clothes aside like unwanted candy wrappers in their haste to get to the treats underneath.
As each piece of clothing slipped from her creamy skin, his cock grew and throbbed. How was it even physically possible for one woman to be so stunning? It wasn’t like she had one or two good features. Every part of her body was the damn epitome of luscious beauty.
Her neck was long and swan-like, her breasts full and perky, her belly flat and smooth, her hips tight but gently curving, her legs slim and elegant.
She was a fucking goddess.
When they were completely naked, she tilted her head slightly and looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded and a playful smile tugging at her lips.
“So, Rock Star,” she whispered, the sound low and husky and dripping in sex, “please tell me you carry condoms around in the pocket of those $500 jeans.”