He gave me a sexy half-grin but kept shaking his head.
“Pancakes?”
More shaking of his head.
“Waffles?” I kept going.
Now it was his body shaking, with laughter.
Crap.
Crapity, crap, crap, crap.
Time to pull out all the stops.
I pressed close and put my lips to his neck, ran them up the side until my mouth was at his ear. “I’ll do my punishment,” I whispered and his body went still.
Now I knew I was getting somewhere.
I pulled his tee out of his cargos, slid my hands inside and up the muscles on his back. My mouth moved around, lips on his jaw until they were against his. Our eyes caught, we were ultra close and I saw his were ink.
Yep, definitely getting somewhere.
“You can watch,” I said low, my heart beating fast, half hoping he would say no, half excited about the possibility that he would say yes.
“Fuck,” he muttered and I was pretty certain I had him.
That’s why I smiled.
He saw the smile, his eyes went molten and he repositioned me so I was straddling him.
I sucked in breath, thinking he was taking me up on my offer and not wanting to touch myself while straddling his lap. At the same time I was pretty f**king turned on about the idea of touching myself while straddling his lap.
One of his hands cupped my ass, the other one stayed in my hair and tilted my head down to his.
“Babe,” he said.
“Yeah?” I breathed.
“You scared?” he asked softly.
I licked my lips and nodded.
“But you’d do it anyway?”
I nodded again.
“Would you do it even if you weren’t tryin’ to manipulate me into not doin’ somethin’ you don’t want me to do?”
He knew my game.
I wasn’t surprised. First, he knew everything. Second, I was being pretty obvious.
I thought about it a beat. Then a bit more hesitantly, I nodded again.
His eyes dropped to my mouth then he muttered, “My beautiful Ava.”
I tremor shot through my body at his words and then he kissed me, hard, long, wet and very, very nice.