“Show me,” I pushed, skimming her dewy skin with the tip of my nose. “I won’t touch.” I just hoped I could keep my promise.
“You think I trust you like that?” Her voice shook, but it was laced with heady need.
“You can tie me up, if it will make you feel better,” I offered, half-bluffing. Her eyes widened, and an evil little smile was painted on her face.
“Really?” I stepped back and held out my wrists. She looked around my room, obviously searching for something to tie me up with. I was about to chuckle that I didn’t even have a tie for her when she pointed at the bed.
“Sit,” she demanded. Fuck, my rock-hard cock jerked against my belly. “Okay. Fine. Sit,” she repeated with a challenging look.
“Fine.” I chuckled softly as I did what she wanted. She could go ahead and think she was in control. The mattress groaned under my weight. I spread my thighs and extended my hands.
“What are you going to tie me up with? I might have some shoelaces in the—" The words died on my tongue when her hands reached for the hem of her dress and she lifted it up, slowly exposing smooth tanned skin.
“What are you—“ Instantly, my tongue was too big for my mouth when her fingers hooked at the waistband of the teeny-tiny excuse of black panties she wore and pulled them down. The skirt dropped back down too quickly, and I didn’t see a fucking thing other than the black material pool at her ankles.
She bent gracefully, stepping out and picking up her panties, letting them hang from a pointer finger. She stalked over to me slowly, her hips swaying back and forth. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
“I think this might work better than a pair of shoelaces, don’t you?” She stepped between my thighs.
“Teresa.” Her name sounded like a prayer. My girl looked me dead in the eyes as she took one wrist and started to wrapher discarded still fucking warm and absolutely damp panties around it.
“You don’t mind, do you?”
“Not at fucking all,” I rasped. My chest rose and fell faster and harder than when I went on my morning runs behind her.
“Sorry if they’re a little… wet,” she teased, driving me fucking crazy with lust. I licked my lips and felt her eyes on my mouth.
“Don’t mind that all, either, cielo.”
“You ever going to tell me how you know Spanish?” She attempted to distract me as she reached for the other hand.
My eyes dipped down to the fabric she was wrapping around my skin. Black cotton with a pretty little print of— My head popped up, and that gorgeous evil little smirk was on her face.
“Are those tiny little baseballs?” I asked. My mouth watered, and she shrugged.
“Maybe… I was planning on showing you my panties without this little striptease you so sweetly asked for.” I opened and shut my mouth, and she started to laugh. “Or maybe I bought a five-pack with different sport themes.”
“Are you telling me you wear a pair just like this with little soccer balls on them?” Goddamn. I could picture it, too.
“Maybe.” The smirk dissolved into a soft delicate giggle that reminded me of a bell.
“Fuck,” I cursed.
“They might be my lucky pair on away games.”
“Teresa,” I groaned. “You’re killing me here.”
And it wasn’t an exaggeration.
I was about to come in my pants like some green-the-ear teenager making out in the backseat of his mom’s car for the first time.
“You’re the one who agreed to this,” my girl reminded me. “There. Now pull,” she ordered, and I did as she asked. Though if I was honest, I didn’t pull all that hard. I had a feeling we bothknew her makeshift handcuffs were something I could easily get out of.
She started to walk away, and I was about to stand and ask her what the fuck she thought she was doing when she reached the door. The sound of a lock setting in place echoed within the silence of the room.
“Just to be on the safe side. You almost choked a guy to death for bumping into me. I don’t want to know what you’d do if anyone saw, what did you call it?”
“What’s mine.” My jaw clenched. “Stop teasing me, baby. Strip.” She shook her head, and my pulse kicked up a beat.
