He leans over and kisses me softly. “Netflix marathon?”
“No. You stink.”
“Huh?” He rears back and instantly sniffs his pits. “I do not.”
“You do,” I disagree and get up, stripping my shirt off as I go toward the bathroom. “I think you need a shower.”
I hear him scramble off the bed, cursing as he trips. Laughing softly, I turn on the shower and set the water to hot. I love hot water. It can melt away a multitude of worries. Shimmying out of my pants, I wait for him to come in, clad only in my black lace underwear set, my dark red hair falling around my shoulders.
His eyes widen when he sees me and then goes dark with want and desire. He swallows and steps inside.
“Close the door,” I whisper. “Don’t let the heat out.”
He kicks it shut with his foot.
“I get to do anything I want?” I ask.
He nods.
“You’lldoanything I want?”
Again, just a nod.
“Then strip, Jonathan.”
He pauses. I’ve never called him by his name before and I can tell he likes it by the way his nostrils flare.
“As you wish,” he says at last and slowly pulls his shirt over his head.
The man is ripped with a six pack. I knew he would be because he plays hockey and works out daily, but knowing and seeing it are two entirely different things.
I drool ever so slightly when he drops his pants, kicking them aside. He’s wearing boxers. Somehow, I thought he’d be wearing skin-tight briefs. The boxers do nothing to hide how happy he is right now, however.
When the underwear falls to the floor and his cock springs out at full attention, my mouth goes a little dry. Dear Lord, but he’s big. So much bigger than Joe. My inner Goddess screams yes, yes, yes, while my brain screams to hit pause on this and think about it. He might actually break me.
“Now what, Red?” he asks softly when I don’t move for a full minute.
Shaking my head to clear it, I walk over and lay my hands flat against his chest, marveling at how hard his entire body is. There is no boyishness left to it. He’s all muscles.
“I just want to touch you.”
He spreads his arms out. “I’m all yours, baby. Touch away.”
I run my hands over his chest, down his abs, and back up. There’s not an inch of give to him. His skin is golden like he ran around all summer without a shirt on. His shoulders are wide,the muscles rippling as my fingers feather over them and down his arms. I twine my fingers with his and watch as his eyes go even darker, the color of a stormy sky. They’re beautiful.
Leaning in, I flick my tongue over his nipple, and he sucks in a breath. I feel his cock jump against my hip and I smile at his reaction. Scraping my teeth over the pebbled nipple, I’m rewarded with a moan.
“Showers gonna get cold,” I murmur and step away from him.
He growls and reaches for me, but I move out of his way.
“My birthday, remember? Right now, I want us to take a shower.”
His eyes soften a fraction. “As you wish.”
“First, you need to help me take these off.” I motion to my bra and undies and his stormy eyes turn so dark they look black.
He follows me to the shower, and reaches behind me to unsnap my bra. His thumbs hook the straps and ever so slowly he pulls the bra down, my breasts coming into his direct line of sight. He doesn’t touch though. He just looks and I feel my nipples harden.
