Page 82 of The Arrogant One
His hands moved to my face, holding me with his strength. A power that I now craved when I wasn’t in his presence. “My dick—that’s what you want, Sadie?”
I kissed his thumb that was near my lips, the wetness between my legs thickening as soon as he’d spoken. “Yes.”
He moaned, “Where do you want it?”
That was a loaded question, considering we’d talked about things I’d never done and how I was going to do them with him.
I didn’t know if that was what he was asking or if he was inquiring about what part of his home I wanted as scenery. In the past, we’d christened his kitchen island and the floor in front of it and his bedroom. There were still so many rooms left.
In case he was asking about the latter, I glanced outside—where the sun had already set, the sky lit with deep magenta and ancient gold hues—and the fresh air began to nag at me.
Tease me.
My skin prickled with desire, just like it had when he fingered me in his car.
“I haven’t been in your hot tub yet,” I said.
When my stare returned to him, his lips were parted, the hunger in his eyes exploding. “You want me to fuck you in that water?”
“Or the pool.”
His gaze dipped to my mouth, and while he studied that area, his thumb ran across both of my lips. “There’s one problem with the water. I don’t think a condom will stay on me. It’ll be so wet that it’ll slipoff.”
The tingles were turning to throbs.
Everywhere.
In my chest, in my pussy, racing a wide course from one to the other.
“That’s okay,” I told him.
“Then tell me where you want me.”
I shook my head, and his hands didn’t move.
“No, I mean, it’s okay, you don’t have to wear one.”
His stare intensified, his teeth scraping over his bottom lip. “What are you saying to me, Sadie?”
“I have an IUD. I’m clean. We’re together.” I smiled. “Unless you tell me a reason why I should worry, I don’t think we need a condom.”
“There’s no reason on my end.”
I leaned into his neck, smelling that sexy, warm, woodsy scent. “Take me outside, Lockhart. Hot tub, pool—whatever.”
“Surprise you,” he growled, and he put his head back as I kissed across his throat. “You know, that’s what you’ve done to me tonight.”
My hands flattened against his chest, feeling the hardness of his pecs, the etching as deep as stone. “You weren’t expecting this outcome?”
“To be fucking you without a condom—something I never do? Hell no.”
I sang, “Surprise, surprise.”
He chuckled. “You have too much on.” He released my face and pulled the sweatshirt down my arms, leaving it on the couch beside us. With his hands free, he reached for the bottom of my sports bra and pulled the elastic material over my head.
“Do you need help with—” My voice cut off as he stood, lifting me with him.
He turned us around, my back now to the couch, and he set me on it. While he stayed in front of me, he grabbed the waistof my leggings and peeled them down my legs, bringing my socks along.
