inside, I toy with the top button on my blouse, despite the urgency inside me, but I want to make this night last with him. We won’t have another. I open the button and close it again, and the growl it pulls from him is like an aphrodisiac.
“I never knew you were a tease,” he grumbles.
“There’s a lot you don’t know,” I say and fiddle a little more.
“Let’s fix that.” Whiskey eyes flare hot, his patience a thing of the past, as he takes my hand, pulls me to my feet, and rips my blouse wide open. I gasp as the tiny buttons fall to the floor. I should be mad, but I’m not. In fact, his impatience thrills me.
“I’ll replace it,” he murmurs, his gaze dropping. Holy hell, I’ve never had a man look at me with such raw need.
“What is it with my clothes anyway?”
“What are you talking about?” he asks as he slides my blouse off my shoulders and lightly brushes my nipples through my bra. I moan in response.
“Since meeting you, I’ve ruined an outfit, a pair of shoes, this blouse, and I lost a pair of coveralls and boots.”
He leans in, presses his lips to the swell of my breast, and my pulse jumps in my neck. “I might have wanted you naked for a long time, but I had nothing to do with the coveralls and boots,” he murmurs through hot, open-mouthed kisses.
“Are you claiming responsibility for the other things?”
“We’ve already established it wasn’t really my fault, but I’ll claim responsibility if it means I get to finally see you naked.”
I chuckle but it turns to a soft moan when he reaches behind me and unhooks my bra. It falls to the floor, and he drops to his knees, following it down. His hands grip my hips, his fingers holding me tight as his hot breath races over my naked flesh. He rolls his tongue around my belly button, and I move my hips, so needy for his touch.
He opens the button on my pants, and the hiss of the zipper trickles down my spine. “Yes,” I whisper as he shimmies them down my legs. “Shoes,” I say when my pants catch.
“They stay on,” he grumbles in a voice steeped in lust.
“I thought you hated my heels?” I murmur and lift one foot and then the other to help him get my pants over my heels.
“I won’t hate them when they’re around my back and you’re screaming my name.”
“Confident,” I murmur. “I like that.”
“Yeah, but this has more to do with how sexy you are in them,” he whispers, and I laugh.
I run my fingers over his shoulders, and his muscles tighten and bunch. “I do love your honesty, Jay.”
“Good, then know this: I’m going to own you tonight, Alyson.”
A violent quiver moves through me. No man has ever talked to me the way this one is now, and it’s…exhilarating. I wave a shaky hand up and down in front of his body. “Then why are you still dressed?”
“Why did I ever think you were so naive and innocent?” he jokes and goes back on his heels as I stand before him in nothing but my panties—new ones I ordered online earlier in the week. They arrived this morning, in the nick of time.
He touches them and grins. “I like.”
“I thought you might.”
“Capone was right. You are hot stuff,” he murmurs to himself.
I don’t really know about that, and he was wrong. I am naive and innocent, for the most part. This guy just brings out another side of me, an open one. I like who I am with him. No pretense, no pretending. We both know where we stand. It’s all freeing.
“I am never undressing in front of that bird,” I say with a laugh.
“Don’t worry. He won’t insult you like he does me.”
I laugh at that. “He really insults you?”
“What can I say?” he says with a grin. “He’s a fucking asshole.”
“Get naked for me, Jay.” I touch his face, and he stands. “I bet I can find all kinds of nice things to say.”
He runs his finger up my stomach and between my breasts. “As long as you don’t tell me my giblets hang low.”
I snort out a laugh and cover my mouth. “Ohmigod,” I say, but all humor falls away and arousal grips me hard when he peels his shirt from his body. “Sweet baby Jesus.”