let you come.”
“Oh. I see. I get the picture.” Her growl was cute as fuck.
“Good girl,” he crowed with great satisfaction.
She blushed, rolled her eyes, and shook her head. Summer’s first real brush with earning good girl points went over well, so he took it a step further with a sexy scene he knew would live in her head.
“I still have the blindfold. If you’re a very good girl, perhaps we can play later.”
Her eyes snapped to his when he said play. Summer’s curiosity was a potent turn-on.
He started to get up, and in doing so, he totally threw her off balance. She scrambled off his lap and steadied herself. Without saying anything else, he went back to removing his clothes. She stared wide-eyed but didn’t move.
The shirt was first. He took it off and draped it over the back of the lounger. She licked her lips and gazed longingly at his exposed chest.
His belt was next, and he most certainly did not miss the way she panted and stared as he worked on the buckle. Maybe one of these days, he’d wrap it around her hands and give her a bondage thrill that she’d never forget and would beg to repeat.
First though, he’d have to educate himself because what he knew firsthand of the kinky arts was pathetically meager. His God-given genetic attributes in the manhood department had always been enough, plus he’d never stayed with anyone long enough to get adventurous.
“Um, should I undress?” Though uncertain, her voice was very, very turned on.
“Absolutely not,” he answered huskily. “The striptease is a part of the seduction.” His wink and grin were meant to be cheeky and earn a laugh. She came through with a short giggle.
“In that case, you might find it easier if you stripped to a song—in your head.”
“Are you implying I’m an awkward stripper?”
Her snicker was priceless. “Well, you seem to be struggling with the zipper. Do you need help?”
Did he need help? Good lord, she was beyond incredible. There was a depth to her smile he knew was only for him. Same for the teasing.
“I got this,” he muttered. But did he? The force of his hard-on, preliminary as it was, had enough oomph to pose a zip dilemma. If he wasn’t careful, the dreaded metal teeth had the ability to kill an erection.
She crossed her arms, and the movement accentuated her tits. His damn cock throbbed, and the problem got worse.
When she cocked her hip just so and tsk’d while boldly staring at the front of his pants, he almost tackled her to the floor.
“I wish you’d let me help.”
He mock scowled. “Your help would have the opposite effect.”
“Don’t be such a baby.” She sniggered, and before he could orient himself, she was on him. “Here, let’s do this. I’ll tug on the zip seam to give you a bit more room to maneuver, and you worry about the other, okay?”
Jesus. She sounded so reasonable as if helping him navigate the dreaded hard-on versus zipper predicament was an everyday occurrence.
Not waiting for feedback, she fingered the flap of material covering the zipper and pulled. Did the action give his strangled dick breathing room? Yes. But only for a few seconds because her assistance was a turn-on.
He sucked in his stomach and cautiously lowered the zipper. The goddamn second he was out of jeopardy, she yanked his slacks down to the floor.
“Success!” she squealed and jumped up to do a victory dance while he kicked his pants out of the way.
Arnie stood, hands at his waist, looking between his bulging underwear and her silliness. He almost bit his tongue off trying to maintain a straight face.
“I don’t think you’re taking me, taking this,” he drawled with a gesture at the bulge, “seriously.”
She immediately stopped cavorting and waved a hand in front of her face. “Back to one,” he heard her murmur, and that was when he almost lost it. The acting term was something he had experience with. When he was on assignment, acting accounted for ninety-nine percent of staying alive. Turning it around into something light and playful gave him a weird thrill.
Standing before him, she put her hands behind her back, hung her head slightly, and did a wicked downcast lashes thing that made his heart thump. Swaying slightly, she looked like a naughty kid.
“Is this one of the times you’d like me to behave?”
Maintaining a sober expression was harder than his dick.
“It’s too late for that, young lady,” he scolded. “Come here,”