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My statement must have hit the right chord with her because Avery smiles and turns her back on me. I don’t even bother trying to hide how hard I am because I’ve been hard all night. Obviously, that won’t be changing until I have her. Hell, it may not change even after that.
“Youarea neat freak.” Avery runs her hand along my dresser, and I have to force myself not to imagine her running her hand over my dick the same way. “Look at this room. Perfect and masculine.”
My room is clean, I’ll give her that. I haven’t had time to remodel it yet, so everything is rustic rather than modern. The large king-sized bed takes up almost an entire wall and a great deal of the space in my room. A large white and gray down comforter sits on top, and I want to get Avery beneath the sheets as soon as possible. But she keeps just out of reach, admiring the sparse decor.
The dresser that Avery is caressing so lovingly had been hand-crafted out of pine, and I’ll have to chop it into pieces to get it out of the house. Other than that, the only other thing I have in my room is a simple rug that takes up the entire floor between the dresser and my bed.
“You’re very minimalist,” Avery goes on. “Aren’t you?”
I shrug because there isn’t an answer to give her. After she finishes caressing the dresser I swear I will burn as soon as I can, just to keep her from touching it again, she moves to the edge of the bed and watches me with an expression I can’t quite figure out.
“Get on the bed,” she tells me. “But first, take off your pants.”
Not wanting to question anything about the night I’ve had, I do exactly as she tells me to. I’ve already almost screwed it up once. I donotwant to make the same mistake again.
First go my shoes, which I kick under the bed. Then I slide down my pants and socks, letting them drop to the floor. My gun and the keys to Casey’s truck both hit the floor hard, but I don’t give a shit. Not when Avery sits on my bed staring at me like I’m the answer to every problem she’s ever had.
“Are you gonna hurry or what?” She smiles at me, playing with the straps of her dress. “Or am I gonna have to take care of myself?”
Holy gods above, do I want to see her take care of herself. But now isn’t the time for that. Not when I’ve spent the last few hours hard as a rock, wanting to touch her. Needing to taste her.
My dick strains against the boxer briefs I haven’t yet taken off, but I don’t care at that point. Without even skipping a beat, I drop them and smile when I see the way Avery reacts.
She’s already been biting her lip, but I get to watch it slip from between her teeth. Her breath almost immediately becomes labored, and her chest heaves with the realization that I have a big dick. Admittedly, I am proud of it, even if I have no control over the size.
“My turn,” I tell her as I stalk to the bed.
“No.” Avery shakes her head. “You lie down. I want to have fun, first.”
When I climb onto the bed, she points to the pillows. “There.”
Silently, I do as she asks, dick throbbing the entire time.
Avery slides off the bed, and I groan when I see her ass peek out from under her dress.
She reaches down and grabs my shirt from where it lay on the ground, putting it gently on the edge of the bed. “I’m gonna need that later.”
While she watches me, I palm my dick and take it in hand, needing to feel a little relief before imploding.
Avery licks her lips, and I feel it all the way down to my toes.
“Strip,” I croak. “Strip for me.”
Avery does. She grabs the bottom hem of her dress and pulls it all the way over her head in one fell swoop. Her lace underwear, which I’ve seen before, would have floored me if I’d been standing. Black lace hipsters, I think they are called, covers her hips. She has a faded pink scar along her stomach, but before I can say anything about it, she turns slowly, letting me see the way her ass fills out the lace.
“Damn,” I whistle, stroking my dick as she turns back to face me.
Avery watches me, her fingers playing with the top of her bra. “You’re breaking the rules.” She reaches to the clasp between her breasts and slips the bra off. Next, thank the gods, goes her underwear, and I almost have a heart attack when I see the small tuft of hair there.
“You’re perfect,” I groan when she leans forward, getting back onto the bed on her hands and knees. “So perfect.”
Avery smiles, her curls framing her face and falling forward until they almost touch the bed. “I know.” She holds up her underwear in one hand and her bra in the other. “Pick one.”
Eyes wide, I don’t answer right away. “For what?” My throat is raw, and no doubt I sound like I’d just swallowed something sour.
“I’m gonna blindfold you,” Avery whispers. “You know you want to play a game with me.”
My dick jerks. That particular part of my anatomy clearly wants to play. Avery makes me want to throw every single rule I have out the window.
