“I just want to be clear.”
“We’re clear. Take your clothes off.”
“You first.”
We have a staring contest for a few seconds, before lunging and reaching for each other’s clothes. I grab his shirt as he grabs my pajama top. Before he can remove mine, I pull his off over his head, and when I get a look at his bare chest and abs, I actually gasp and cover my mouth.
“Oh my god!”
“What?” He looks down at his stomach, probably expecting to see an alien baby emerging from it based on my reaction.
I place my hand flat on one of his pecs and push him back, laughing. “What is your problem?! Why do you have to look this good? You’re a freaking lawyer. Are you also a model?”
“No. I was.” His hands are slowly roaming my curves.
“I knew it.”
“In college. To pay for law school. Is this a problem for you?”
“I don’t know.” I allow him to pull my pajama top over my head. “Maybe. I’ve never had physical contact with this many abs at the same time before. Was there a sale at Abs R Us? Buy six get two bonus abs free?”
He stands still, holding my pajama top and staring down at my chest, but he isn’t laughing and he also probably isn’t wondering if I was Photoshopped.
“Do you always wear a pink and black lace bra under your pajamas?”
The truth is, I’ve never worn this before, andhot damn La Perla bra—you just paid for yourself! The way Matt McGovern is looking at me right now, I might just spend all my savings on lingerie. I feel like a goddess. A goddess in a really expensive bra and cotton Target pajama pants.
“No. I usually wear the white lace one, but it’s still wet.”
He grunts as his hand reaches behind my head to fist my hair, tugging my head back so he can kiss my neck. My knees nearly give out. I swear, I can hear my whole body chanting “Get it, Girl!” but when my eyes partially open, I see a sweet little black and white head tilting in the living room, staring.
“Daisy’s watching us,” I whisper.
“What?”
“She’s looking at us. I don’t want to do this in front of her.”
“Oh for Christ’s sake.”
He hands me my pajama top, picks me up and carries me to the guest room, shutting the door behind us. I am determined not to think about how I’ve overheard Dolly and Marty have sex in this bed. I am determined not to think about anything for the next hour, except how easy it is for him to lift me up, and how I would probably let him move me around in pretty much any way he wants to.
He places me down on the bed so my head can rest on a pillow. He raises my hips up, carefully pulls my pajama pants down in one swift motion, and stares at my matching pink and black bra and panties. There’s just so much to take in. My eyes don’t know what to focus on—the way he’s looking at me, the pecs, the abs, the sculpted biceps and veiny forearms, the colossal protrusion in his jeans. He continues staring at my body while he removes those jeans, and now there is only one thing I can pay attention to—the magnificent erection that’s straining to be released from his black boxer briefs.
My knees are bent and I’m squeezing my thighs together, writhing around alone on the bed, because there is so much agonizing tension in my clit and it’s just so slippery down there. He moves my legs apart and kneels between them. He’s stroking my hips as he seems to be carefully considering what he wants to do to me first.
I glance down at my bra and panties. “Be careful taking these off,” I say, in a husky voice that I don’t even recognize as my own. “I know I said I don’t care about clothes, but these are special.”
“I’m gonna take these off so slowly you’ll be begging me to rip them from your body.”
I’m about to scoff, but he lowers himself to kiss my mouth before any more sass can escape from my lips. My hands go to his back and then travel all over, everywhere I can reach. I like that his muscles aren’t too bulky, and I’m surprised by how smooth his skin is and how good it feels to touch it. I try to concentrate on how his muscles move beneath my hands, but when he pulls one bra strap off my shoulder and kisses my neck and then just beneath my shoulder blade, I shudder. Since when is that spot beneath my shoulder blade an erogenous zone?
I make a guttural sound and drag my fingernails down his back, ever so lightly. His breath catches and I feel his body clench up. I reach down inside the front of his boxer briefs and whisper “oh fuck” because my fingers barely touch as they clasp around below the head. The skin of his hard cock is so hot and tight. He groans and I lick my lips, but he pulls away from my grasp as he kisses me between my legs, over my panties, lifts the lacey elastic of them and lets it snap back against my skin. He kisses me all the way up the center of my torso, grabbing my wrists and holding them up over my head.
I squeeze my eyes shut as he kisses me behind my ear and then pulls back. I can feel him watching me as I shiver and writhe around beneath him. My back is arched and my breasts are straining upwards, begging to be touched. He releases my wrists and squeezes both breasts, licking and gently tugging at the left nipple through my bra. I moan and he slowly peppers kisses along the top of the bra, then pulls down the other bra strap and bites my upper arm. It doesn’t hurt, but it takes me by surprise and I fucking love it.
I start to reach behind my back to unhook my bra, quietly swearing and cursing him because I just want his hands and mouth on my bare skin already. I glance up at him briefly, because I know he’s got a cocky grin on his fiendishly handsome face. But I’m wrong. He looks so serious. His hooded eyes are cloudy, and he isn’t hiding his desire for me and it’s fucking beautiful and I’ve never felt so wanted by a man. I toss my bra to the floor, grab the back of his neck and pull him down to my breast. He swirls his tongue around my nipple, sucking and licking and moaning until I am so close to orgasm, I cry out “Oh my god just fuck me already please just do it!”
“Not yet,” he groans, lowering himself to kiss around my lower abdomen. My fingers are raking through his short hair until he pulls down my panties so slowly that I have to cover my mouth with both hands to keep from begging him to rip them off. “Fuck, you’re so wet, Bernadette.” He pulls my panties down over my feet. I hear his own feet pad on the floor and then he yanks me down towards the foot of the bed, kneels on the ground, wraps his arms around my bent legs to brace me and buries his face between them.
