seen him naked several times, but there was something about a freshly showered man with only a towel wrapped around his waist that I found to be beyond sexy.
“Nice shirt. Is that a hint?” he smirked and dropped his towel.
I gasped and glanced between his gorgeous and deliciously hard cock and my shirt several times before deciding to focus on my shirt and figure out what in the hell he meant. It’s not going to suck itself was printed across the front of the T-shirt with an arrow pointing down.
Realization dawned, and my eyes shot up just in time to see his boxer-briefs glide over his firm ass. “No, it’s not a hint. It was the first shirt I found. I didn’t want to rummage through your things!” I rushed to explain, my voice coming out fast and squeaky.
“You didn’t want to rummage through my things?” he laughed. “I don’t know you that well, and even I know you’re too curious to believe that.”
I rolled my eyes. “What? Were you expecting me to say something like, I didn’t know how much time I’d have to find a sexy pose to display myself in before you finished with your shower?”
He grinned devilishly. “Oh, Sweet Sloane, as long as you’re naked and it’s accessible, I don’t care how you display your pretty pussy for me.”
“That’s not what I was doing,” I insisted.
He ignored my protest while his eyes continued to sweep over my body from head to toe. “But I think my favorites are going to be naked or wearing one of my T-shirts,” he said huskily.
I watched his every move as my stomach began to tingle with nervous anticipation. He turned and quietly focused his attention on something for several moments. Curious as always, I sat up to get a better look.
“Woah!” I gasped in surprise. “What are you doing?”
With his nipple pinched between the fingers of one hand and something clasped in the other, he looked up and replied as if I should have known the answer. “Putting my jewelry back in.”
“When did you get your nipple pierced?” I asked, sounding breathier than I intended.
“I got both done years ago,” he said and chuckled. “I’m constantly changing them now. I can’t wear them while I’m fighting or training, but I have to wear them when I’m not doing either one of those things to keep my daughter from mistaking my nipples as a food source when I’m holding her without a shirt on. She hasn’t tried to do it since I started constantly wearing my jewelry when she was a week or two old, but I’m not taking any chances of it happening again. My newborn trying to nurse me was absolutely one of the most disturbing sensations I’ve ever felt, and I have absolutely no desire to repeat the experience.” He turned back to the task at hand and pushed the bar through his nipple before screwing the ball on the end while I watched with rapt attention.
Before I could stop myself, I was on my knees scooting across the bed. “Can I do the other one?”
He arched an eyebrow. “You want to put my bar in?”
I nodded with wide, excited eyes.
“Here,” he said and handed the bar to me. “Be gentle. My nipples are sensitive,” he teased.
I was so focused on what I was about to do that I didn’t even giggle. Instead, I carefully took his nipple between my fingers and slowly pushed the bar through. He handed me the little ball to screw on the end to keep it in place.
It happened before I could stop it. As soon as the ball was tightened, I leaned forward and sucked his nipple into my mouth.
“Oh, you bad girl,” he growled and fisted my hair, yanking me to my back while he crawled between my legs and hovered over me. “Is this what you wanted?” he asked and pressed himself against me.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Good,” he rumbled and slammed his mouth over mine. “Because I’ve wanted back inside your tight cunt since I left it.”
“You’re so crass.”
“And you like it,” he said against my lips.
Yeah, I did like it. A lot.
When he slipped his hand between my legs, I moaned like a true harlot. “You are a bad girl,” he said lowly and slipped a finger inside me. “Where are your panties?”
I don’t know what came over me, but I felt compelled to give him the honest answer. “I took them off because they were wet.”