Page 64 of Small Town Frenzy
“Hey,” I say, toying with the collar of his tee. “Shouldn’t you be charming me?”
Dragging two fingers over my collarbone, he says, “I can do that, but I’m going to need you to lie down first.”
I grin. “Oh, really? And why is that?”
“No reason other than I want to see you naked again.”
I tug my top over my head. “Fine. You win, ya big charmer.” I already know I’ll come out ahead on this deal. The way he looks at me like I’m an aphrodisiac has me ready to come the moment he touches me. So yeah, I toss my top to the railing while toeing off my shoes. I strip off my jeans and then stand there in my navy blue set I’ve never worn before.
You’d think I was naked by how he’s studying my body like he might be quizzed on it later. I’m ready for him to touch me, or even better, make love to me now. He unabashedly gives me a once-over and then has the gall to say, “Spin for me.”
Planting my hand on my hip, I eye him. “Are you serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
He stares at me like I’m the one who’s acting ludicrous. “Why do you want me to spin for you?”
“I want to appreciate your form.” Using his finger, he circles it in the air. “Please spin.” I give in, slowly at first, but then sway my hips a little more and raise my arms into theair so he gets a good eyeful. I like his eyes on me anyway, so it’s a win-win for both of us. “Now dance for me.”
“You’re out of your cockamamie mind if you think I’m dancing for you.” I shove him back on the bed, then climb over this man who rivals Mount Everest. “You got my clothes off. You had me spin for you.” Straddling him, I lean down and hover over his face. “Now it’s my turn.”
CHAPTER 27
Griffin
Tuckingmy hands behind my head, I watch this ferocious beauty go in for the kill. And by kill, I can tell by how Cricket tugs her bottom lip under her top teeth that she’s not quite sure where to start. “The possibilities are endless,” I say, giving her a wink. “Aren’t they?”
“I have some ideas.” She’s great at bluffing.
Lying under her, I don’t bother pretending I’m too cool to show how fucking lucky I am to have this incredible woman almost naked, straddling me like she wants me as much as I want her. That’s called winning.
I drink in the sight of her—the dangerous curve from her waist to the swell of her hip and the rounded bloom of her breasts and the way the straps slink over her shoulder, inspiring me to want to follow the trail to her backside. The matching triangle of fabric covering that pussy I know tastes so sweet has me dipping my finger in the bend of her thigh and teasing. With a pluck of the silk, I say, “I like that blue on you.”
She looks down at her body as if she’d forgotten what she was wearing. Her vibrant greens land back on me just as her back straightens. “You do?” She acts innocent, but she knows how to do some teasing herself.
I slide the tip of my tongue over my bottom lip, slipping my finger across her supple lower lip. “It’s my new favorite color.”
Planting her hands on my chest, she lowers to me, causing my finger to slip into the need slicking between her velvety lips. Her lids flutter as she takes a deep breath. Steadying her expression, she whispers, “I think the issue?—”
“We have an issue?”God, I love toying with her.And fucking her, but I’m trying to be a good boy and restrain myself so she has full ownership over this situation. She’s making it damn hard.Literally.I slide my knuckle slowly through her folds and then down again, my thumb leveraging against my erection.
I’m already so turned on that I may be as patient as I’d like.
One small triangle of fabric keeps me from driving into her.
And my fucking jeans.
“We do.” She releases a harsh breath as I coax her body into submitting and giving me what I really want—her orgasm as my trophy. Struggling to hide how she’s affected, she shifts on top of me and digs her nails into my chest. The cotton covering of my shirt is only a thin barrier. I feel the pressure she’s trying to hide as she resists falling apart for me. The little vixen. I don’t mind a challenge.
On a jaded breath, she says, “A major issue. Your clothes are still on your body.”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking.” Reaching up to tapunder her chin, I raise an eyebrow. I make sure to find her clit to circle it a few times before withdrawing my hand from her pleasure despite it being all mine as well. “Not sure if I should be worried, but you’re starting to sound a lot like me, babe.”
“What’s good for the goose?—”
“Is good for this gander.” Grabbing her hips, I pull her hard to exactly where I want to feel her. “Would you like me to take them off?” I ask, willing to lead my lovely to water . . .
She slips to my side, which is highly disappointing when it was just getting good. “Yes. All of them.” When she rests back on her hands, her tits are gloriously prominent on her chest, the tops rounded and the cleavage running deep. She’s a good tease when she slides the tip of her finger along the gathering and higher across her collarbone.
