Page 14 of Tough Nut to Crack

"Is that better than rubbing?" I ask, pointing to the towel.

Her head tilts a little, a look of confusion on her face.

"Are we really going to stand here and talk about the right ways to dry off after a shower?"

I roll my lips between my teeth to keep from laughing.

It's clear the woman wants more from me than what I offered in the shower, and I like that she's a little fiery when she isn't getting it.

"You seem... needy," I say, watching her eyes dart down my chest and lower when I flex the towel in both hands and dry my back by moving it back and forth.

She looks away, cheeks turning that fabulous shade of red. It's different from the pink that was there when she was reminding me of the voicemail I left on her phone. I think I like this one more.

"You came," I remind her as I hold a hand out for her towel. "I didn't."

"You could've," she says, an edge of irritation in her tone.

"That right there wouldn't fly for a man," I say. "Why is it okay for you to do it?"

"What do you mean?" she asks with a sigh.

"If a man got all huffy and irritated that a woman wasn't giving him exactly what he wanted the second he needed it, it would make him an asshole."

"You not giving me what I need does make you an asshole," she grumbles, her arms crossing over her middle and creating a delectable shelf for her tits.

I can't help the laughter that bubbles out of my chest.

Has she always been this feisty? How have I never sat down and had a conversation with this woman before?

"Come on, Riley. Let's give you some dick before you trip over that pouty lip."

I expect her to slap my proffered hand away, but she quickly puts hers in mine and lets me walk her out of the en suite and into my bedroom.

"Climb up there," I urge as I reach for the bedside table drawer, where I pull out a couple of condoms.

"Four?" she asks, looking down at them when I drop them to the top of the side table. "Do I get a punch card or something?"

I shake my head at her. "Just being prepared. Now, do you want to keep giving me a hard time, or do you want me to give you my hard time?"

Her eyes drop down my body when I reach for my cock, and I can still see a hint of the orgasm-drunk lookin her eyes.

With her hair piled high on the top of her head in some weird knot she managed to tie with the aid of a hair accessory, I have unfettered access to her neck, and that spot I discovered is sensitive right under her ear.

She doesn't argue as I step closer and lean in, swiping my lips on her neck.

"I like you better when you aren't talking," she whispers, making me chuckle.

"I think you're a breath of fresh air, woman."

Her silence makes me pull back because I get the sense something has changed.

"What is it?" I ask, lifting my hand to once again curl my finger under her chin, but she lifts her eyes to me before I can make contact.

"Nothing," she whispers, her hands skating up my chest until her fingers toy with the hair at the back of my neck, making me grateful I missed my haircut appointment this week. "Kiss me again."

Not willing to deny her, I lean in and press my lips to hers, moaning myself when she digs her fingernails into the flesh at my shoulder blades.

She tugs, urging me forward. With an arm at her back, I situate her in the middle of the bed, considering a little too late that maybe I should've pulled the comforter back, but she doesn't seem to be bothered.

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