“We’re the same age,” she protested.
“And we’re both going to regret it if we pull a goddamn muscle while trying to fuck on the stairs.”
“We’re not that old.”
He stood fully and stripped off his fleece. He tossed it without paying attention to where it went. “Let’s go, woman.”
“And you think I’m bossy when horny?”
“Bedroom. Now.”
She rolled onto all fours, intending to scramble to her feet. But then he let out a reverent breath behind her. “I will give you anything you want if you’ll do that in bed.”
She smiled over her shoulder. “Anything?”
“Yes. Anything.”
She wiggled her butt. “I want a ham sandwich when we’re done.”
“You can have the entire goddamn pig. Now, move it.”
So apparently she was also a sucker for being bossed around. Her legs were weak, her knees wobbly, but she found the strength to stand again. She turned around, planted her hands on her hips, and bit her lip. “Tell me what to do.”
His nostrils flared. “Go to the bed and remove everything but your panties.”
Gretchen covered her ears, backing up. “Do not call them panties.”
“What the fuck else should I call them?” He advanced toward her, backing her toward the bedroom.
“I don’t know. Undies or something. I hate the word panties.”
“Whatever the hell you call them. Take off everything but those.”
“Why not those?”
“Because I said so, dammit.”
Oh, yes. She remembered suddenly that he swore when he was turned on. He’d done it that night after the wedding too. When she kissed him in the elevator, he whispered a reverent Fuck before backing her against the mirrored wall and turning her into a hussy. Knowing she could do that to him—turn this easygoing charmer into a groaning, swearing, desperate dom—was enough to make her womb clench.
They reached the bedroom, and he kissed her again as he maneuvered her toward the bed. When her legs hit the mattress, his hands cupped her ass and squeezed, lifting her higher against his erection. She ground against him until a ragged exhale shook free from his throat.
“Clothes,” he panted, stepping away and pointing. Then he turned around and made a beeline for his attached bathroom.
“Where are you going?” She lifted her blouse over her head because it was easier than trying to undo all the buttons.
“To get things we need.”
“What the heck do we need?” Her jeans got caught on her ankles, and she had to kick them twice.
“Condoms, for starters.”
“Yeah, but what else?” Her bra joined the blouse on the floor, and her nipples puckered in the air. The need to be touched was so strong, so overpowering, that she did it herself.
“I don’t know, dammit. Just the condoms. I’m a little frazzled, okay?”
Oh, how she liked him frazzled. She pinched her nipples harder.
He returned from the bathroom, saw her touching herself, and stumbled to a rough stop. His mouth dropped open.
She tugged on her nipples. “I got impatient.”
Colton dragged a hand along his jaw, swallowed hard, cleared his throat. “Keep doing that.”
She twirled them between her fingers. “This?”
His nod was more a tremor, an uncontrolled jerk. Gretchen did it again and, oh shit, she was turning herself on. Or maybe it was the way he watched. She moaned slightly and tilted her head back.
“Don’t stop,” he ordered. “Don’t you fucking stop.”
He tossed the box of condoms on the bed and then dropped to his knees in front of her, and now she understood why he wanted her to keep her panties—undies—on. So he could torture her. He gripped her hips and tugged her toward his mouth. He started with his lips, brushing a gentle kiss atop her belly button. And then he switched to tongue, licking a slow path along the thin elastic top that stood between his touch and her pleasure. Then came the teeth. He bit the elastic, gave it a tug, and let it snap back.
“Just do it,” she moaned.
“Do what?” The words vibrated against her skin, teasing and tickling her.
“Touch me, dammit.” At this point, she wasn’t above begging. She’d bark like a dog if that’s what it would take for him to put that tongue to work on her. Just thinking about it made another moan emerge.
He hooked his fingers into the stretchy silk and began to drag it. Inch by inch. Kissing her exposed skin as he moved down, down, down. And then finally, oh God, finally, she was bare to him. She kicked her undies free from her legs and sucked in a breath as he leaned forward to place gentle, barely there kisses atop her throbbing center. Just enough pressure to drive her crazy but not enough to satisfy.