“On a whim, hmm?” Kicking off his loafers, he unzipped his pants and allowed them and his boxer briefs to fall to the floor.
I gulped as he took his cock in his hand and began lazily stroking himself. Damn, this is hot.
“Mm-hmm.” I was going to chew a hole in my lip if he didn’t come closer, though. I needed to touch him and soon. “In my purse.” I lifted my chin, directing him to where I’d tossed it.
I was about to rise, but he lifted his free hand, instantly halting my movement.
“Do you want me naked on my back or on my hands and knees?” I licked my lips, proud of the fact that the timid tone was absent from my voice this time.
“Every position sounds perfect to me.” He cocked his head, eyes holding mine. “But right now, I want you naked at the center of the bed like you’re about to pray, ass on your heels, Maria.” The dark edge of desire slicing through his words had my sex pulsing. “Because you’ll be calling out God’s name soon, Tesoro.”
Holy. Shit.
“Strip,” he ordered while stroking his cock.
“Is it wrong that I kind of like to disobey you in the bedroom?” I shared the dark thoughts circling my mind as I remained seated. “I like this feeling of being ‘bad’ when we’re together.” I swallowed. “I feel like I have to be perfect all the time, and with you, I . . .” The way he was staring at me, hand still on his cock, had me biting the inside of my cheek with anticipation.
“Sweetheart.” He angled his head. “You can always be whoever and whatever you want with me.” Then his lips curved at the edges, a delicious promise there. “But if you’re going to be bad, it’d better just be with me.”
My breath caught as my body reacted to his words that were sweet but also delivered a warning. A hint of what might happen if I did “misbehave.” Knowing our time was limited, I wanted to surrender to him and cherish every second before he left. “But I think tonight, I’m going to be your—”
“My good girl,” he remarked in a dark, seductive voice that coated my body in chills and pebbled my nipples.
“Yes,” I whispered, rising to my feet to untie my wrap dress, and he resumed running his hand up and down the length of his shaft.
Slipping my hands to my shoulders, I slowly lowered the top and worked my arms loose from the long sleeves before letting it fall to the ground.
He watched every movement. Every reveal of my soft, tan skin.
The fling of my bra to the floor. Heels and panties a memory off to the side. When I lifted my hair in a mock ponytail, he twirled his finger, demanding a full three-sixty show, and it was one I’d happily give him.
I slowly turned, allowing his heated gaze to devour every inch of my hot skin, offering a view of my heart-shaped ass he seemed to love.
When I faced him again, the look in his eyes was borderline feral. Primitive.
“Want me on the bed now?” I snatched my lip between my teeth, unsure how to be provocative and sexy, but I was doing my best. Based on the glint in his eyes and the rise and fall of his chest, it was working for him.
He quietly nodded his answer, and I crawled, wiggling my ass intentionally as I made my way to the center of the full-size bed.
Sitting back on my heels, I set my hands on my thighs, doing my best not to judge my naked body.
Prowling with slow, deliberate movements, he studied me, desire in his eyes. “I have no fucking clue how I resisted you for so long.” He set a hand on the bed before me and crooked my chin up with his finger so I was looking at him.
With his other hand, he swept my messy hair to my back, and his teeth grazed my skin before his mouth worked up from shoulder to neck. As his lips raced over my heated body, he palmed my breast and pinched my nipple, causing a slight whimper to escape my lips.
I reached out and gripped his thick length, pleading, “Please, I need to taste you.”
He dipped his head, eyes meeting mine. “It’s been a long fucking time for me, Maria. That sinful mouth of yours wrapped around my cock will be my undoing.” The deep timbre of his tone barely had me registering the fact he was letting me know he hadn’t been with another woman in a while, and it made my heart do a stupid little dance.
“Just a taste? I’m in the perfect position.” I let go of him and pushed upright a bit more, so I was a touch taller, readying myself. Anxious to make him feel as good as he’d made me with his mouth.
His nostrils flared, a war in his eyes. “I have rules, and I always get a taste first.”