His expression became sheepish. “Sorry, babe, but that ship sailed during college.”
“Of course, it did,” I grumbled.
“But I’m sure doing it with you will be like the first time.”
I laughed. “That is such a line.”
“Come on. Let me pop your video sex cherry.”
Wrinkling my nose, I replied, “That’s a line I could live a lifetime without ever having to hear again.”
He held up a hand. “Okay, okay, I won’t.”
As I nibbled my bottom lip, I regretted not having an apartment of my own. The last thing I needed was for Mom or Dad to catch me. I realized at twenty-three how ridiculous it was I was still worrying about my parents catching me doing something sexual.
“All right. I’m down.”
“Hmm, I’m so hard right now.”
I threw a wary glance over my shoulder. “One sec. Let me lock the door.”
“Please do. The last thing I need is your dad busting in and seeing my cock on the screen.”
With a shriek of horror, I hopped out of my desk chair. When I returned to the screen, Noah was already naked from the waist up. “Did you take all your clothes off?”
“Fuck yes.”
“You don’t waste any time, do you?” I teased.
“Not when I’m hard as a rock.”
“But what if I’d wanted you to strip for me?”
“Next time, babe. I’ll go nice and slow with my clothes. Maybe even shake my ass for you.”
With a laugh, I replied, “I can’t wait to see that.”
“I can’t wait to seeallof you.”
“What do you want to see first?” I asked coyly.
“Ditch the shirt and show me those gorgeous tits of yours,” Noah commanded.
I couldn’t lie that the dirty talk was seriously getting to me. Like my thong was already soaked, and I hadn’t taken off one piece of clothing. After winking at Noah, I reached for the hem of my blouse before pulling it over my head.
He groaned. “Fuck me. I love the way your tits look in that bra.”
I smiled. “You should like this one since you gave me the set for my birthday.”
A wicked gleam burned in his eyes. “Even though I have good taste in lingerie, lose the bra.”
“Fine, Mr. Bossy,” I replied before I brought my hands around my back.
With one hand, I held the bra against my breasts. Using my other hand, I slowly tugged the strap down one arm. Keeping my eyes locked on Noah’s, I took my time doing the other one. After I was finished, I still didn’t remove the fabric to where he could see what he wanted.
“You’re killing me.”
“And you’re a little too cocky bossing me around. You know I don’t like taking orders.”