Page 55 of Rowdy Hearts

His grin when he saw what I was wearing underneath made me smile.

“You look good with my face on your chest.”

The line was so cheesy I had to laugh, which cut off with a gasp when he gripped the hem and tugged it up my body.

“But I’m sure you look much better without it.”

Now I arched my back to help him get the t-shirt over my head, and his gaze burned as he took in the see-through lace bra. It was the only bra I’d packed, and I wasn’t sure it was going to survive the night the way he was looking at it.

“I think you need to take that off so I don’t rip it, okay, Princess?”

“Since it’s the only one I brought with me, I think you’re right.”

Crossing my arms, I pulled the straps off my shoulders then arched off the floor so I could unsnap it. Tossing it aside, I lay back down, lifting my arms above my head again and stretching. I loved how his gaze followed my every move. It felt almostreverent, like he was worshiping me with his eyes. But I wanted more.

“Touch me.”

“Say please.”

My lungs seized, and I parted my lips to draw in more air.

“I guess I could just do it myself.”

I heard him suck in a breath then his hands clenched into fists at his sides before he stretched his fingers out.

“Go ahead. I’ll watch. And learn.”

Bad Girl practically purred at the rough edge to his voice. I loved the way he swung from playful to growly in the space of seconds. Loved the way he looked at me like I was special. And when he smiled at me, I felt the weight of the world lift off my shoulders.

I felt sexy. Desired.

Lifting my hands to my breasts, I squeezed the mounds then pulled at my nipples, rolling them until I felt the ache in my pussy sharpen. My eyes closed as I played with my breasts, my lungs straining harder with each tug, the thought that he was watching, urging me on?—

“Not so fast, Princess. Won’t it be more fun if I make you come?’

He grabbed my right hand, shackling my wrist with his fingers and holding it firm on the ground several inches from my hip. My eyes opened to find him popping the button his jeans. The ridge behind his zipper had grown even more, and I reached for him with my free hand.

“I wanted to do that.”

My voice sounded husky, seductive, and his jaw tightened as my finger gripped the zipper tab and began to tug it down. His erection made it difficult, and I didn’t want to hurt him, because I definitely had plans for that part of his anatomy. Sitting up on my knees made it easier for me to reach my goal and, when I finally reached the bottom, I bit my lip at the sight.

He wore black briefs, and the tip of his cock had worked its way out of the elastic band. When I touched a fingertip to it, his abs contracted into the most fascinating display of muscles.

“Push them down.”

My voice held power now, even though it was barely audible. He heard me, though, because he released me and put both hands on his waist. But he only shoved them down a little, grinning when I huffed at him and flashed him a look.

“Nah, I think I’m going to strip you naked first.”

I went wet at the matter-of-fact way he said it, my pussy clenching and my nipples tightening to almost painful points. Managing to bite back an embarrassing moan, I pushed myself up onto my elbows and stared at him with narrowed eyes.

“Only if I get to return the favor.”

“I don’t have a problem with that. But be a good girl now and lay back.”

My mouth dropped open at the way those words hit me. Why did I want to mindlessly obey?

Shock. I had to be in shock.

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