“I forgot I did,” she says.
“I don’t know, Alyssa. I’m not sure Freud would agree with you.” A hot pink invades her cheeks and I cut her some slack by saying, “One of the things on my bucket list is sex while skydiving.” I touch her book. “What you have in here is much tamer.”
She covers her face. “How mortifying.”
I remove her hands, and my heart squeezes tight. “Hey, don’t be embarrassed with me.”
She frowns. “You just read my ridiculous list.”
“I thought we agreed, you show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” I reach for her, drag her to me, gauging her reaction. The air around us charges with sexual tension, and she shifts between my spread legs. I hold her hips and her head dips, her eyes blazing, matching the firestorm of need inside me.
After a long moment, she finally says, “I do believe that was the agreement, and now that you’ve seen mine...” Her voice is low and full of desire, telling me everything I need to know. I grin at her, and since we’re no longer talking about bucket lists—and if we were, getting her naked would be on the top of my list—I stand.
She tugs at the bottom of my wet T-shirt. “Show me,” she says, and I reach behind my back and peel off my shirt. Her gaze goes to my bare chest.
“Your turn,” I say, and her gaze lifts to mine. She hesitates, and for a second I wonder if she’s changed her mind, but then she steps back, and in one fluid movement, removes her shirt, giving me a beautiful view of her creamy cleavage, and pink nipples straining against a pretty lace bra.
“Now you.”
I grin at her, and release the button on my pants. I shove them down and kick them away, and her gaze drops to the bulge in my boxers. I wave my hand, giving her the floor, so to speak, and she slowly unbuttons her shorts and lets them fall to her feet. I suck in a fast breath. She’s so fucking sweet and sensual, and I’m not even sure she knows it.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, and she smiles at me.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
“I like the idea of showing, but I need my mouth on you, Aly,” I say, my voice low and deep, barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
Her breathing changes. “What a coincidence.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, I need your mouth on me too.”
She gasps as I scoop her up and carry her to her bedroom. I set her down beside her bed, and her hands move to my shoulders. I groan as she touches me, and I dip my head, dying to put my mouth on hers. She wets her bottom lip and my dick twitches, presses against her body, and I press my lips to hers. She’s so damn sweet. I breathe deeply, and sink my fingers into her long, wet hair, tugging a bit so her head tilts more and I can taste the depths of her.
I finally break the kiss, and she writhes against me, her hard nipples scraping my chest in mind-fucking ways. In one quick flick, I have her bra undone, and she shimmies out of it. She steps back and toys with the elastic band on her panties. Damned if I don’t like this sexy, playful side of her.
“About this mouth of yours,” she teases.
I growl and step into her, cupping her beautiful breasts with my hands. Her body softens against mine, and I dip my head to take one hard nub into my mouth. I suck deep, swirl my tongue, and slide one hand down her back to cup her ass.
“God, Alek,” she moans, her warm fingers raking through my hair, and I bite back a chuckle as she holds my head in place, a new kind of desperation about her.
Without removing my mouth from her breast, I back her up and carefully fall over her on the bed. Her legs widen and it’s amazing how well I fit between them. I give one last kiss to her breast and lift my head. Green eyes full of desire meet mine as I shift her to the middle of the bed.
I go to my side, run my hand between her breasts and then lower on her stomach as I drink in the near-naked sight of her. My finger stop when I reach the band of her panties, but I’m not quite ready to remove them. I curl my finger in the elastic and tug. Her resulting groan lets me know I’ve hit the right spot.
“Spread your legs for me,” I say, and she does. I slide my hand up her thigh, so hot from her shower, and from what I’m doing to her. I lightly stroke her through her panties, a taunting little touch that has her calling my name and lifting her hips from the bed. “You like that, Aly?”
“Yes,” she says.
“Is this sweet little pussy aching to be touched?”
She audibly gulps as she nods.
“Last night, I wanted to fuck you,” I admit.