His voice is deep as he steals the words from my lips. “Fuck, that feels incredible.”
“Hey, that’s my line,” I tease, reaching for the button of his jeans.
Running his fingertips lightly across the patterns of both my bra, then along the front of my panties as if he hadn’t a care in the world, my body lights on fire. The satin is smooth, but his warm touch feels like a flame scorching its path as it leaves a trail from its wake. My spine tingles, and my muscles clench again from his simple touch.
Is it possible to come from his simple touch alone?
“What’s the best part, Teagan?”
My name falling from his lips is a combination of sexy and sin as he leans in and licks his tongue along my neck and through the geometric cutouts of fabric. Fuck me. I feel his touch everywhere.
“Teagan?”
Shit. He’s asked me a question. “You expect me to remember when you’re doing that?”
When his hand slides up my inner thigh, I whisper, “You’re about to find out.”
The moment he comes into direct contact with my hot skin, he gasps. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Then as if he’s talking to himself more than me, he moans in the sexiest ways. “How will I ever concentrate knowing you could possibly be wearing these? Crotchless underwear—are you trying to kill me?”
“Nope—just wanted easy access to fuck you.”
Reaching down, I cup his straining cock through his boxer briefs. “I’ve had a lot of time to fantasize about you these last few weeks. You’re the one who opened the flood gates when you demanded I tell you what I want.”
His sexy laugh fills the room as he dips a finger inside me and slides along my inner wall. “Really, what’s that?”
Holy shit, I’m so wet and turned on, I can barely think.
In and out, he creates a rhythm that has my knees going weak and my head floating in the clouds. The moment his thumb presses against my clit, he circles it once, then stops.
Crying out in protest, I beg, “Don’t stop.”
Holding very still, he guides my head to look at him with his free hand at the base of my neck, until I can only look at him. “Then tell me what you want.”
“Holy shit, you want me to form words?”
Sliding in and out once more, he flicks my clit in the perfect way.
Oh, God. That’s incredible.
Then he stops, and I cry out.
Locking eyes with mine, his voice is low but demanding. “Tell me, or it stops.”
Think, Teagan. Think. Give him words, so he’ll keep stroking you.
“I’ve never been that adventurous.” He starts the rhythm again.
His grin as he whispers has my core clenching, “I beg to differ, but go on.”
“A… goal of mine is to be more adventurous… oh, right there. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t, if you don’t.” He leans in and kisses the column of my neck.
Oh, that feels incredible.
“Hmmmm….. well, I want to wear a skirt like I was wearing tonight… do that again. I liked it… yeah, right there… I’ll go somewhere with you in public. I’ll wear these panties and … oh, yes… grant you access… anytime you think you can get away with it.”
