"I just might be tempted."
She placed a hand against his cheek, ran a thumb across his warm lips. “So why don't you step back and take off those jeans?"
Though she couldn't see his smile, she felt it, deep inside. “You have something in mind?"
She kissed him, softly, sweetly, and then said, “I certainly have. You take off those jeans and I'll go lock the door and find us a chair."
"Now, that sounds like something I might enjoy.” His fingers touched her cheek, ran fleetingly over her lips. “Don't be long."
She wasn't. Once she'd found him in the gloom again, she put the chair behind him and lightly pressed a hand against his chest.
"Now park that sexy butt.” When he had, she straddled him, her thighs pressing against the outsides of his. “And undo my pants."
"I'm tempted to say ‘yes ma'am’ at this moment,” he said, his voice a heated mix of amusement and desire.
"I don't care what you say as long as you do as you're told."
"A woman after my own heart.” He kissed her belly, sending a ripple of longing lapping across her skin, then undid her zipper. “Just remember, I control events next time."
"Maybe."
"Definitely."
Smiling at the hunger so evident in his husky tone, she stepped back, kicked off her pants, but not her panties, and straddled him again, this time sitting. As the hard length of him rested against her, she sighed. Lord, he felt so good, even like this. She rocked her h*ps back and forth, gently rubbing the silk of her panties across the hard length him, teasing them both. He jerked, then groaned.
"Oh God, that feels good.” His hands were on her hips, pressing her down, but not restricting her movements. “But it would feel a whole lot better if you were completely na**d."
She leaned forward, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck and taking a nip of his ear lobe. “So you're not enjoying the sensation of silk against skin?"
"Oh, I'm enjoying it.” His breath was hot and quick against her neck, his fingers warm as he slid one hand from her hip to her stomach. “But skin to skin is better."
"But leaving panties on means I can get dressed faster if the need arises."
"Sensible, one supposes."
"I'm nothing if not sensible these—"
The rest of her words were lost to a gasp as his fingers slid past elastic and into warm wetness.
She shuddered, arching her back, momentarily losing herself to the pleasure of that firm stroke. Combined with the heat of him throbbing beneath her—a heat she so desperately needed to feel deep inside—and she was just about in heaven.
But she didn't want to get there so fast. She wanted to play a bit longer.
She shifted, pulling away from his touch. “Did I give you permission to do that?"
"No. And I don't care."
She smiled. “Do I have to tie you up?"
"It's an option that has interesting possibilities."
"Then maybe it's something we should explore when we have more time."
"Only if you remember that what you do to me I will do to you."
"Another idea that has interesting possibilities."
She settled on top of him again and began rocking, this time a little harder. He quivered beneath her, the heat of him seeming to sear her flesh.