Bored insolence looked good on her. He swallowed a laugh and circled around to her back.
“I’m not going to take this off.” He stepped closer, until his chest nearly touched her back, gratified to hear her breathing become labored. “I’m going to fuck you with it on.”
She flinched and he cursed himself for his language. He’d have to watch that—
“Maybe”—she flicked her hair over her shoulder, the ends brushing against his jaw—“I’ll be the one fucking you this time.”
Guess he didn’t have to watch his language. Leaning closer, he spoke directly into her ear. “You can try.”
Would she take the bait? He hoped like hell she did.
For several seconds, he simply listened to her breathe and watched the increasing pace of her rising and falling breasts. A man could get hypnotized like that.
Slowly, she turned, though she didn’t put any space between them.
“I’m going to start with your clothes,” she said, “but I don’t want you to do anything unless I tell you to.”
She didn’t ask permission but he swore he heard her silent question. Would he allow her to have the upper hand here?
Yes.
To a certain point.
He’d figure out what that point was when they got there.
He gave a short nod and her smile spread, a hint of sin in her eyes. “I’m going to unbutton your shirt. I want you to stand still.”
Her fingers traced their way up the front of his shirt until they reached the open vee at his neck. She stroked the hollow of his neck with her fingertips before she plucked open the first button.
The button-down shirt was one of his favorites, the cotton faded to a pale blue and soft as butter. He had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and had left the tails untucked.
Kate worked her way down the row of buttons with an unhurried ease that made the muscles of his stomach tighten. As she neared the bottom, where the tails brushed nearly to his thighs, her knuckles bumped against the thrust of his erection.
He swore he’d have the imprint of his zipper on his dick forever.
When his shirt finally hung open, she didn’t push it off as he’d expected.
She brushed it aside as she scraped her fingernails up and down his abs. The sensation fired his nerve endings but wasn’t hard enough to do more than tease.
And when she leaned forward, he held his breath as she leaned close and flicked her tongue at one taut nipple.
Christ, that felt amazing, like liquid fire. He bit back a groan and clenched his hands into fists, keeping them locked at his sides. Otherwise he would’ve had his hands wrapped in those ponytails.
Later, he’d do just that. But not now. Not when she was driving him to distraction with only her tongue and her fingertips.
“I want you to keep the shirt on, Tyler.”
“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
She gave him a doubtful glance. “I’m going to remind you you said that later.”
“You do that.”
Turning her attention back to what her fingers were doing, she watched as they traced the line of dark hair that arrowed from his belly to his groin. She brushed it, petted him, and made his cock strain even harder against his zipper.
As she traced the waistband of his jeans from the front to the back, she raised all the hair on his body by the time she returned to the button and worked it free.
The head of his cock leaped at the chance to escape and, when she tugged down the zipper, he practically burst out of his boxers.
He waited with baited breath for her to touch him, to take his cock in her hands and jerk him off. He wanted to tell her what to do but he remembered his earlier words. “Whatever you want.”
Apparently what she wanted was to drive him crazy, because instead of touching him, she grabbed the sides of his jeans and pushed them down his legs.
Since he’d already taken off his shoes, he didn’t have to fumble around when she said, “Kick those off.”
With his jeans in a pile by his feet, he felt strangely exposed, which didn’t make a bit of sense. But the feeling fled when he saw how she stared at him—with enough heat in her eyes to blister paint.
“Now I want you to sit on the couch, arms across the back.”
He didn’t obey right away, couldn’t force himself to blindly follow her commands. It just wasn’t in him.
But when she raised one curved brow at him and crossed her arms over her chest, he realized this was a game to her. Not a dominance play.
He crossed the few feet to the couch and sat back down, just as she’d asked.
“There now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Her voice held a sweet-as-sugar tone that made him grin as he held her gaze.
“I guess we’ll just have to see if the reward is worth it.”
With deliberate steps, she approached the couch. “Spread your legs.”
Again, he waited until she raised her eyebrows.
“You know”—she put her hands on her hips, making that tiny white shirt gape even more—“if you don’t listen, I’m not going to reward you.”
“Reward me for what?”
“For being a good boy.”
He did smile then, which she returned with a sly grin. “Then it better be one hell of a good reward because I am being one hell of a good boy right now.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
He couldn’t stop grinning at the pleasure he saw on her face. She was having a good time and he didn’t want anything to get in the way of that.
With a slight dip of his head, he spread his legs.
Hell, it was reward enough to watch her go to her knees between his. Then she moved closer.
He held his breath as she reached for him, praying this time she’d give his cock some relief. Instead, she reached for his underwear. She tugged and maneuvered until she’d exposed his shaft.
The heat of her breath brushed against the ultrasensitive tip, making his cock quiver. He grabbed hold of the cushions with both hands so he didn’t grab for her.
She didn’t do anything other than sit there for several seconds, staring at his straining erection. He swore if she didn’t touch him soon, he’d come just from the anticipation.
Finally, she reached for him . . .
But only to splay her hands on his chest.
He bit back a groan as she kneaded his pecs then sank her fingernails lightly into his skin and dragged them down his body.
He nearly came off the couch when she scraped along the sensitive area on either side of the root of his cock. And with his underwear still caught around his thighs, he couldn’t widen his legs any more to silently beg her to scrape those nails on his balls.
“Kate.”
Her name emerged as a groan, making her grin widen.
“Don’t worry, Tyler. I won’t leave you high and dry.”
“Then suck me.”
“Ah, ah, ah. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
She did lean forward though and blew a cool stream of air over the head of his cock. He bit back another groan and nearly ripped the cushions to pieces.
With her nails and her breath, she whipped him into a frenzy without touching that vital organ. Fluid seeped from the tip, a drop that rolled down the shaft.
He closed his eyes—
And her lips closed around the head.
Christ, that mouth. He groaned, low and deep.
Heaven. Absolute heaven.
She sucked on the tip with delicate greed, one hand wrapping around the shaft, the other working its way between his legs to cup his balls.
As her fingernails scraped at that tender flesh, goose bumps rose all over his body and even more blood rushed to his cock.
She focused on the head for long minutes, licking and sucking, until finally she couldn’t seem to hold back and took him all the way to the back of her throat.
His hips came off the cushions, seeking more depth. He couldn’t help himself. She didn’t seem to mind.