“You’re not allowed to wear this when I’m around.”
At her confused expression, I drop my arms from the doorway and take a step forward, crowding her when she stands her ground. Fingering the stretched out neckline, I watch goosebumps rise on her skin even though I’m not touching it.
“Makes my dick hard.”
The blush deepens, and I find my stomach back where it’s supposed to be, thrilled that I’ve gotten that reaction more than once now. It spurs me on, my hand following the line to the back of her neck where my fingers slide into her hair, tugging her head back.
“Especially when your hair is up, and I can see this neck on display.”
“Liam,” her voice is throaty, thick with need. “You’ve seen me in this before.”
“And it drives me nuts every time. Plus it’s worse now that I’ve been inside you.”
Leaning down, my tongue slides along the length of her neckto her collarbone. I can feel her whimper against my lips as they move across her throat to the other side of her neck where my teeth scrape up the side until I reach her ear.
“I’m going to show you what happens when you’ve been a bad girl,” I whisper, nipping at her ear as her body sags into me.
“I’m not bad,” she breathes, but she doesn’t sound convincing. “I’m good. I’m a good girl. We should do more good girl things.”
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I walk her backwards further into the room, letting the door close behind me. The second I hear it latch I give her ass a good, firm smack. When she leaps into me and squeals, I know I’ve surprised her.
There’s excitement in her wide blue eyes, and her breathing is hitched as she clings onto my shirt. I know anticipation is filling her because I feel her nails start to dig into my chest, wanting more.
“Maybe you’ll like the bad girl things,” I counter, raising an eyebrow.
Grabbing her around the legs, I lift her from the floor, springing towards the bed before she can wrap her head around what I’m doing. When I reach the end of it, I toss her down while she shrieks in shock and delight.
The shock is in the sound. The delight is in her smile.
But what really makes my dick hard is my name. The sound of my name rolling off her tongue has become my favorite thing in the world, making my balls tense, my stomach bunch, and my entire spine tingle. It primes my body, and I automatically know what’s to come when I hear my name from her lips—me.
My eyes roam over her as she lays there, her chest heaving with eagerness, waiting for my next move. I’m deliberate as I unbutton my shirt, letting her watch as more skin appears by the second. I’d rather not ruin my shirt by way of her nails, and I know they’regoing to come out. I’d much rather she mark me.
Sliding the fabric from my body, I toss it to the side then reach out and grab her ankles, yanking her down the bed. Her body slides easily across the mattress, stopping only when her ass is at the edge.
“Liam,” she gasps when I step between her legs, pressing my knee against her center.
Her hips try to lift off the bed, looking for more friction than I’m willing to give at the moment, but she’s too short to find any purchase. Dropping my hands to her knees, I slide my fingertips along her thighs to the bottom of her shorts, smiling as she writhes.
“Need more, Fireball?” I ask, dipping my fingers just beneath the end of her shorts. “I’m not sure that bad girls get more.”
Her skin is hot to the touch, making me wonder what she’s like at her core. Needy, panting, and ready to combust is exactly where I want her. Where I need her.
Taking my knee away from her, her whimper fills the room, making me chuckle. “In due time.”
“Now, please,” she demands with annoyance. At least she uses manners.
Sitting up on the bed, she goes straight for my belt, tugging at it with her hands. I’m quick to put an end to it. My dick might be hard and begging for her attention, but it’s not about my dick right now. It’s about her and getting what I’ve wanted since the first night.
Grabbing onto her hands with one hand, the heel of my other hand rests against her chest, my thumb and index finger making a V around her throat. I push her backwards to the bed, lifting her arms above her head as she goes, and I follow. Before my full weight comes crushing down on her, I catch myself with the hand that was at her neck. It presses into the bed beside her head.
“If you think the torture is going to get better after that,you’re sadly mistaken,” I tell her before pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. “Keep your hands up there.”
Jordan’s hands flex against mine still holding them, but as I kiss my way down her neck, they relax. Her entire body relaxes as I move my mouth over her skin, licking and gently sucking, nipping every so often. It’s never hard enough to leave a mark, but it’s enough that I can feel the shivers running through her body.
They urge me on. I love how responsive she is to me. That’s how it’s been the last two nights, and it isn’t any different now. In fact, I’d say she’s more responsive. Slowly opening herself up, giving herself over to me.
I’ve never felt more powerful.
