“You look good in my bed,” I said, admiring the way her tanned skin contrasted against my white sheets. Her lingerie providing a pop of color in the otherwise bland room.
Though we’d made some progress on the downstairs, the upstairs was still very much a blank canvas. I was enjoying the process more than I’d expected. Perhaps it was because I liked a good project, but I knew it was more than that.
She grinned. “Undershirt. Off.”
I peeled off my undershirt, tossing it in a pile with the rest of our clothes. “I want that skirt gone. I want everything gone.”
“This skirt?” She blinked up at me, a coy smile playing at her lips.
“Lauren,” I growled, clenching my fists at my sides.
She was testing me, and I fucking loved it. I loved that she fought back. That she gave as good as she got.
She stood from the bed, unzipping her skirt and shimmying it over her waist. Next to go was her bra, then finally her underwear. She took her time, sauntering over to the bed before lying back on it.
“Happy now?” She arched an eyebrow, but I could barely focus. All the blood was rushing to my dick.
“Not yet. Not even close,” I said. Though I had to admit, having her in my bed was pretty fucking amazing.
For once, I wanted a woman to expect more than just sex. Not just any woman, but this woman. And maybe it was precisely because she didn’t want more that I craved it.
I ditched my pants, crossing the room in a few strides. I stood above her, admiring her gorgeous body laid out for me. Everything about her appealed to me, from her personality to her body to her heart.
I climbed on top of her, lavishing her breasts with attention. I circled each nipple with my tongue, scraping them with my teeth before lowering myself to the floor. I glanced up at her as I spread her legs, eager to taste her arousal. Eager to devour her pleasure.
“Hunter,” she gasped when I licked her clit.
Needing more, I lifted her legs, placing them over my shoulders. I circled her sensitive nub, sliding one finger inside her tight channel, then another. I could tell she was getting close from her shallow breaths and the way she’d stopped fighting. Stopped arguing.
“Fuck, baby. You taste so good.”
I took her to the brink, waiting until she was close to coming before pulling my fingers out.
“What…what are you doing?” she stuttered, blinking up at me.
“Do you want me?” I asked. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
She nodded eagerly.
“Then I need to hear the words from your lips,” I demanded.
“I want you to fuck me.” Her voice was monotone.
I laughed, though the sound was mirthless. “Geez. I’m really convinced.”
“Hunter.” She wrapped her legs around my neck, squeezing, holding me in place. I wasn’t going to complain. There was no place I’d rather be. “If you don’t fuck me, I swear to god…”
I chuckled, though I wasn’t ready to give in. I wanted her to beg a little. “I think you left out a ‘please’ and a little enthusiasm.”
She glared at me.
I flashed her a brilliant smile.
Then she did something I didn’t see coming. She loosened her hold on me, scooting back on the bed. She slid one hand up her stomach to cup her breast, squeezing as she closed her eyes. Her other hand went to her clit, and she used her fingers to circle her nub.
Fuck. Me.
I wanted to be mad, but I couldn’t. Not when she was putting on the hottest, most erotic show I’d ever seen. She was out to prove a point, but I wasn’t going to let her do it alone.
