Page 11 of Tough Nut to Crack

"Holy shit," I whisper, both surprised with the speed this is going and a little entranced by his body.

His smile is wide when he pulls his belt free of his jeans and empties his pockets into a small basket on the bathroom counter.

"You're naked."

"And you're not," he says. "I didn't get a chance to shower after work before heading to the bar. Are you joining me?"

"I showered," I say stupidly.

I literally had a list when I was younger of all the things I wanted to experience with this man, but it never even occurred to me to addtake a shower together.Maybe it was my own naivety, but I feel like I need to reevaluate that list.

"I'll let you wash my back," he says, his smile growing wider.

I take a step back, crossing my arms over my middle. "I don't think that's a good idea."

His head tilts, eyes dropping to my arms.

"That's not going to be a thing," he says, pointing to me. "We aren't even going to talk about it.”

He steps closer to me, his hands unfolding my arms before reaching for the bottom hem of my shirt. With not an ounce of flair, he pulls it over my head.

"Mmm. This is goingto be so much fun."

His thumb skates over the tip of my breast, and when I try to look away from him, that same damn finger curls under my chin.

His lips meet mine, a little softer, a little more reverent, as his arms circle my body. Maybe when I'm alone, I'll have some time to spend wondering just how many women he's been with that he can literally snap his fingers and get my bra open. Now, I'm too focused on trying not to reach my hands down and wrap them around his cock, seeing as it's pressing against my bare stomach right now.

I could argue that he doesn't like what he sees, but the dampness leaking from the tip of him is some level of proof that he is.

"And these," he says, breaking the kiss as he pulls my bra off and lets it fall to our feet before reaching for the button on my jeans. "Unless you want them to get wetter."

My eyes widen, embarrassment making my face flame, but I clear my throat, wanting to challenge him more than anything.

"What makes you think I'm wet?"

"This little mouth," he says, running his fingers over my lips before moving them down my body. "Doesn't make the kind of noises you were making unless this pussy is wet."

My mouth hangs open, shocked when he slips his hand, palm down against my body, and slides past the fabric of my panties until the tip of one finger is parting my lower lips.

"Jesus," he whispers. "This is going to be so much fun."

His lips trail down my neck, his hot tongue tasting every inch of my skin as he lowers to a crouch, taking my jeans down to the floor with him.

I fight the urge to cover myself further, but he lifts my foot, nearly knocking me off balance, and it forces me to place my hands on his shoulders.

He pulls off one boot before pulling the other off, his hands then working to get my jeans free.

"I knew it," he says, and I swear I nearly bolt for the door when I look down and see him staring right at the apex of my thighs.

"This looks enticing," he says, his tone worshipping as he presses his thumb to the damp spot on my panties.

My knees almost buckle with the attention.

"Are you just going to torture me all night?" I ask, looking up at the ceiling and questioning what it is about me that has me in this room with him tonight when it should probably be anyone else.

"I think you like it," he says, pressing a wet kiss to my inner thigh.

I moan like I've never been touched before, and that only serves to make his smile go wider. I have to settle on feeling it on my skin because I'd never be brave enough to look down and witness it.

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