"I…"
Okay, so Iwasspeechless.
"Fine. I'll do it." She marched toward me and grabbed the hem of my shirt before rippin' it up and over my head. She was too short, though, and my arm got all stuck and twisted.
"Ah, fuck. Hold on a damn second."
I finally unwound myself from the fabric and dropped it to the floor. She was standin' there with her hands planted on her curvy hips with a look that saidI'm waitingall over her beautiful face.
I kicked off my shoes before shedding my socks and sweatpants. Then I was standin' in front of this fierce, sexy, scary-as-fuck woman in nothin' but my boxer briefs.
She raked her gaze from head to toe and back up again. "Yep. You'll do."
I let out some sort of choking sound I'd never heard before. Jesus, I was embarrassing myself. "I'lldo?"
"Mhm. On the bed."
Following orders—because, apparently, that's who I became around this woman—I sat and scootched back until I was propped against the pillows.
"Now what?" I asked, more nervous than I should've been for a man in his mid-thirties who was by no means a fuckin' virgin.
"You have… done this before, right, homewrecker?"
"Stop callin' me that," I snapped.
Her brows hit her hairline and she lifted her hands, palms out in surrender. "Okay, sorry… boy scout."
I grinned. "That one, I can live with."
Her responding smile was less feral this time and a little more genuine. It had my nerves shiftin' into anxious anticipation.
I still couldn't believe this was happening. But it would happen at some point, so why not now? Why not with this stunning, venomous creature who maybe had a soft side behind all those slippery scales?
She climbed onto the end of the bed, crawlin' on her hands and knees until she settled back on her haunches between my spread legs. She reached out a delicate hand, trailing the tip of her index finger up and down the length of my rock-hard shaft. I sucked in a breath, abs flexing with restraint as I tried my damnedest not to buck into her touch.
I didn't want to piss her off.
Didn't want to do somethin' wrong.
Didn't want this to end.
"You're big," she declared.
"I'll haveta take your word on that one, viper."
Her eyes glittered in the low light of my bedroom. With only a street lamp from outside illuminating the space, I couldn't see as much of her as I'd like. But what I could see nearly stole the breath from my lungs.
She curled her fingers into the waistband of my briefs and tugged. I lifted for her, allowing her to drag them down my legs and toss them aside. With searing eye contact, she reached behind her with one hand and flicked the clasp of her bra open. Her perky tits spilled out as her bra fell into my lap. With one hand, I flung it across the room. With the other, I reached up and palmed her breast—the perfect handful. The rough callouses of my hand scraped against her hard nipple and she shuddered.
With my free hand, I gripped her thin, lacy panties at her hip and yanked. Hard. The audible tear in the fabric had her tossing her head back and laughing as her panties pooled in a torn-up heap around her opposite thigh.
The sound of her laughter was a balm to my recently-battered soul.
Fuck, I hadn't had enough laughter in my life lately. Aside from the fit Mom, Luke, and I had found ourselves in earlier—which was really more of a hysteria than anything—the last few months had been hard between Dad passing and wedding planning.
Sad.
Tense.
