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He entwined his fingers in my hair. "If I was a typical guy, I suppose I'd do this..." He tugged my hair, pulling me down his chest, then stopped. "Is that what you had in mind?"
"It would be...if you were a typical guy."
A laugh loud enough that I glanced at the door.
"You're right. No one's ever mistaken me for a typical guy. Meaning, if you make that offer, I may ask for something a little atypical."
"Go ahead."
His gaze searched mine, as if considering how I might react. A quick grin, then he put his hands on my back, flipped us over, laid me on the ground and backed away.
"Undress for me."
"You want me to...?"
"You heard me."
I smiled. "Just checking."
He'd backed up to a spot a few feet away, and sat there, eyes on me, waiting.
I stood and started with my sandals, taking a moment to get past that first blast of embarrassment and recapture the chaos vibes still circling around us.
"If you don't want to..." he said.
I met his gaze. "No, I want to."
I did want to. I wanted Jaz and everything he promised to be--a giddy, passionate affair that would remind me what such a thing could be, and help me move past Karl.
I reached for my skirt next, then stopped and, instead, pulled off my panties, tugging them down my thighs, aware of Jaz's gaze following every move. I pulled them off one leg, then kicked them off the other. Not the most graceful kick, but Jaz didn't seem to notice.
My halter top tied in the back, and my fumbling with that was also less graceful than I would have liked. Once untied, I let the shirt fall and Jaz let out a hiss, seeing I wasn't wearing anything under it. He shifted, inching closer.
"Just one piece left," I said, tugging at the skirt. "Sure you don't want to do the honors?"
"Go ahead. Please."
This time I did drag it out, slowly writhing out of the skirt until I stood there, naked. And he didn't move. Just stared, which was better than any compliment he could have paid me. After a moment, though, as if realizing he should say something he said, "You're gorgeous." A blush darkened his cheeks. "I mean, you were gorgeous already, but now you're...damn."
I laid down, arms beneath my head, stretching languorously, his admiration making me bold.
"So now what do you want me to do?" I said.
A deep chuckle. "Oh, I could think of a few things, but if you do, this is going to end very quickly." He slid his hand down to his crotch and stroked himself through his jeans, no hesitation, no embarrassment. His brazenness--and the sight--made a fresh wave of heat course through me.
"Your turn, then," I said. "Take it off for me."
He grinned. "An order I would love to obey, but..." He slid over to me. "I think I'd better leave them on awhile, to slow me down."
He moved over me, clothes brushing my bare skin, light enough to send shivers through me. Then he lowered himself, mouth coming down to mine in a kiss so hard I gasped, as I wrapped my arms and legs around him, his clothes rough against my bare skin. I could feel him hard against me, his jeans chafing me in places I probably wouldn't want to be chafed tomorrow, but right now, it felt amazing.
"Still want me undressed?" he whispered against my ear.
"Not necessary," I said, and reached for his fly.
I was still getting the button undone when his cell phone rang. He grabbed it from his pocket and threw it across the room, where it gave one strangled ring before dying.
"What if it's Guy?" I said.
