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The friction sent a flood of heat through my groin. I hefted her up, balancing her against the door with her legs splayed around my thighs so we could lock together even more fully.
With a yank, her shirt was on the floor. I’d had to release her wrists to accomplish that, and she wound her arms around my neck again, reclaiming my lips.
After she’d ravished me so thoroughly my head was spinning, her fingers groped at my own shirt. She wrenched at the buttons and then heaved the whole thing off so we could press together skin to skin.
The feel of her breasts against my bare chest had my cock throbbing twice as hard. Lou kissed my shoulder and traced her hands down over the ridges of muscle, setting off sparks everywhere she touched.
“I don’t think this is how you really want me, is it?” she said coyly, and let her fingers drift lower. She traced the waist of my jeans. “I can tell that a very important part of you is begging for attention.”
“I don’t beg,” I muttered, even though I was the barest of threads away from it when she talked like that.
“No? Hmm, I wonder if I could change that.”
She flicked her fingers right over the bulge of my cock, firmly enough to make me groan but so quickly the sensation passed before I had a chance to enjoy it.
Another growl slipped from my throat. I pushed her against the door with a thrust of my hips, and Lou’s head tipped back with a hitch of breath.
A sly smile crossed her lips. “Am I being too much of a brat for you?”
My pulse stuttered. “What?”
“You’re making that face—the one you always do when I get up to something you don’t totally approve of. Don’t lie. Youtotallythink I’m a brat sometimes.”
“That’s not—” I started to argue, and then she skimmed her fingertips over my groin again. My sentence cut off with a growl.
Lou’s grin widened, and suddenly my hesitation seemed ridiculous. The connotations of the term obviously didn’t bother her. She thought it was funny.
We both knew she was my equal in every possible way. It didn’t matter that I had twelve years on her or what labels we put on things.
“You aredefinitelybeing a brat right now,” I said in a low voice, tipping my face close to hers. A twinge of discomfort ran through my chest as I said the word, but it faded at Lou’s laugh.
“And what are you going to do about it, old man?” she murmured in a husky tone that went straight to my cock.
How were those words so hot? How did this suddenly feel soright?
Because she was owning it. And if she could lean into the parts of our dynamic that I’d once found so worrying, then I could too, couldn’t I?
Bracing my hand against her thigh, I whipped her off the door and yanked it open. Another giggle spilled out of her as I strode across the apartment toward her bedroom.
“You’re in for it now,” I informed her.
“Oh, no.” She squirmed in my arms, her pussy brushing my cock. “Whatever shall I do?”
I didn’t know whether to snort with amusement or groan with unfulfilled desire.
I pushed into her bedroom, kicked the door shut behind us, and spread her out on the bed with me looming over her. Her dark red hair fanned out around her gorgeous face, a tempting combination of devilish and angelic.
“What are you going to do with me?” she asked, a little breathless.
“I’m going to return a little of the torture.”
I ran my hand up her leg and hooked my fingers under the waist of her leggings. They had to go.
And go they did. I slid them down inch by inch, stroking my thumbs in teasing arcs across the skin I bared as I went. Holding Lou’s eager gaze every step of the way.
Her eyes glazed with hunger. She wiggled her legs as if to urge me faster, but I held them down and pressed a kiss just above her knees on both sides.
“Rafael,” she said, stretching my name out in a mock-whine.
