“I know chicks dig it when we wear our baseball hat backwards.”
I groan, settling the hat on my head. “That’s so cheesy.”
“It worked right? The sweats. The hat.”
“What, is this your seduction outfit?”
“It’s my, let’s seduceJoannaoutfit. I think you like it.” He turns me around, so I’m facing him, the hat still sitting on my head. It’s so big it practically covers my eyes and he shoves it back, smiling down at me. “You’re cute in my hat.”
I take it off, setting it on the dresser beside me. “And you’re ridiculous, trying to seduce me with your sweats and hat combo.”
“You love it.” He lifts me up, making me squeal as he settles my butt on top of the dresser. I spread my legs when he steps closer, his mouth finding mine and kissing me senseless, his hands sliding around my waist and settling on my lower back.
Until I’m panting against his lips, my head spinning, heat spreading over my skin like wildfire. His hands curve over my ass, hauling me against his erection and the friction of my sweats has me crying out.
“You’re already close, aren’t you?” The satisfied hum in his voice has me flushed all over.
I nod, frantically kissing him, disappointed when he pulls away.
His mouth is at my ear when he whispers, “I want to be inside you.”
Oh God. I want that too. So much.
“I know you might think I’m moving too fast, but I want you so fucking bad.” His hand is in the front of my sweats, his fingers brushing my panties, and a jolt ripples through me when he cups me there, his fingers a sweet pressure that ratchets up the need building within me. “Tell me you want me too.”
“I do.” I kiss him, overwhelmed with the way he’s touching me, the words he’s saying. He’s got me basically sitting on his cock, my butt perched on the very edge of the dresser. One wrong move and I’m falling to the ground.
“Thank fuck,” he mutters, his mouth fierce when it lands on mine, his tongue thrusting in time with his hips. He’ll probably kill me when we finally have sex. I’ll either be split in half because of his dick size or the orgasm will be so strong, I’ll stroke out.
I don’t know what would be the better way to die. Probably the orgasm.
“Oh shit,” I cry out when yep, I’m about to fall out of his embrace and onto the floor, but I should’ve known he’d grab hold of me, his hands firm on my ass, keeping me from slipping out of his grip. He hauls me into his arms as if I weigh nothing and carries me toward his bed, settling me on top of it as he settles himself on top of me.
His hands are braced on the pillow my head is on, his gaze hot as he lets it wander over my face. He doesn’t say a word and I can’t either. I’m too choked up with anticipation, watching in dazed wonder as he slowly slides down my body, his mouth everywhere, mapping my skin, making me shiver.
Making me sweat.
He kisses along the waistband of my sweats before he’s yanking them off, tossing them onto the floor. Next are my panties, which he begins to tug off with his freaking teeth.
Oh. My. God.
“You have another tattoo.” He sounds so surprised, I almost want to laugh. I’m lying on my back with my legs in the air, trying to help him make it easier to dispose of my panties when he makes his discovery.
“I do.” I close my eyes when those warm, rough fingers trace the words on the back of my right thigh, just under my ass cheek.
“Why here?”
“Why not?” I throw back at him, opening my eyes to find him leaning in closer, squinting as he tries to read it.
He chuckles. “’Fuck the patriarchy’?”
“Another Taylor Swift lyric that hits home.” My eyes blaze into his. “Please don’t make fun.”
“As if I would make fun of a woman who’s got a tattoo that saysfuck the patriarchy. I’m not an idiot.” He lightly presses his fingers onto the tattoo. “It looks fresh.”
“I got it a few months ago. Right after…”
My breakup.