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“Sounds perfect.”
She leans forward and brushes her nose against mine. Her lips are an inch away from my mouth, and when I sit up to kiss her, she pulls back and lowers herself onto my lap. She rolls her hips and grinds into my briefs, and I groan.
“Did you not—” I lift up her shirt. My eyes drop between her legs. Wet. Bare. Pink and fucking beautiful. “Avery. Where the hell did your underwear go?”
“Seemed silly to put them back on when I knew they’d be coming off.” She ditches my shirt, throwing it behind her where her dress sits wrinkled in the middle of the room.
I move my palms from her ribs to her chest, weighing her tits in my hand. My gaze roams down her body, and I’m instantly hard from seeing her completely naked for the first time. I lift her off me and switch our positions, setting her on the mattress and hovering over her.
“Put your arms above your head,” I tell her, and she does.
I’ve never been a dominant guy in the bedroom, but something about Avery makes me want to take control and have her every way I could ever want.
I look at her again, at the curve of her breasts and the tan skin of her stomach. I spend too long staring at her hips, the skin I want to hold on to while I drive into her from behind. She spreads her legs, and I spend even longer staring at the dampness on her inner thighs and the way she squirms on the sheets.
“Do you like what you see, Reid?” she asks.
My cock jumps when she uses my name, and I nod.
I’m a goddamn goner.
Talk to her. She wants to hear it.
“Yeah,” I say. “You’re perfect, Avery. Perfect tits. Perfect body. Perfect pussy.” She inhales sharply, and I stare at her. “What?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing.”
“Do you not like that word? I don’t have to use it.”
“It’s more that I didn’t expect it from you.” She lifts a shoulder in a shrug. “You’re a nice guy. You blush, for heaven’s sake, which is the cutest thing in the world, by the way. I didn’t think you’d have an A+ dirty talk game, and I’m surprised.”
“Oh.” I push my glasses up my nose. “I can be very direct. I forget that not everyone operates the same way I do and?—”
Avery cuts me off with a kiss, shutting me up the same way she shut me up in the hallway. It’s rough and hot, and I groan against her mouth. I sneak a hand between her legs and nudge her knees wide open.
“I like logical,” she murmurs before biting my lower lip.
I’m going out of my mind. I’m being driven to the brink of insanity, and when she wraps her hand around my cock and strokes up and down in the tempo I really like, Iwhimper, seconds away from begging.
“Hang on.” I bend down and suck on her nipple, wanting to torture her like she’s torturing me. She moans, and I file that away for later under things she likes. “Need to get you off again before I fuck you.”
“You don’t?—”
“Yes, I do,” I say firmly. “Hold onto the headboard, Avery. There you go. That’s a good girl.”
She squirms again. I also addpraiseto the list, wishing I had a notebook to write all these things down.
I scoot down the sheets and lie on my stomach, gripping her thighs with both hands. I really want to use my tongue and taste her again, but I also want to watch her.
I press a kiss to her hip bone, and she shudders in anticipation. I drag my finger across her entrance and smile when she drops her head back and tips her legs open even wider.
“Needy,” I mumble.
That might be my favorite thing about her. How much it seems like she wants me.
It’s nice to be wanted.
“And horny,” she adds, lifting her hips.
