"What?" My voice pitches up. "Test-driving me?"
He laughs and puts his hand on my waist. "Yeah."
"I have no idea what to say."
"Don't you want to know how you were? In my head?"
God, this man is going to drive me up the wall and across the ceiling. He knows exactly how to get under my skin and get me all riled up physically, as well as emotionally.
"Well…yeah. I guess I do," I reply, fluffing my pillow under my head and pretending not to care how my test-drive went.
"You were sheer perfection," he says wistfully. "You know the vanity in the bathroom?"
I nod a little. "Yes. We're not on a first name basis, but we've met."
"Shut up, smartass." He squeezes my waist a little tighter. "I had you bent over it, because I can't wait to have you that way, with your sexy little ass pointed up at me while I pound into you, and I can grab your hair and make you look at me in the mirror so I can watch those crazy gorgeous eyes of yours while I fuck myself so far into you that you'll never feel right again unless I'm in you."
Whoa. Dude.
Level-ten crazy, mind-bending, vag-drenching, heart-stopping declaration of sexual proportions.
"Um…" No other words come out of my mouth.
"The longer you wait, jelly bean, the more time you're giving me to dream up things to do to you." He lifts his hand from my waist and brushes it across my cheek. "You okay in there?"
"Mm…hmm."
"You sure?" He glides his thumb over my bottom lip, then slowly pushes it between my lips, into the warmth of my mouth. As if in a trance, I suck his thumb into my mouth and gently bite it, the feel of his flesh between my teeth only further igniting the storm of passion already brewing inside me.
He kisses my lips with his thumb still in my mouth, and it feels so incredibly erotic to me, his lips on mine and also on his own finger.
"I like the way that feels," he breathes. "Someday I want your teeth on my cock like that."
I lock my eyes on to his as I suck his thumb and bite it a little harder, wondering if he still thinks I'm too cute to fuck, and maybe that's why he wants to do me from behind—so he doesn't have to see my face.
"There ya go, baby. Bite me, suck me, kiss me, scratch me. Whatever you gotta do to get us right in your head, I'm game."
I wish I could get us right in my head, but his mixed signals are giving me whiplash of the brain. His insults about my looks shattered my already nonexistent ego, and his random acts of sweetness and sensuality just add to my confusion.