as she shouts, “What is wrong with you?” Then slams the door behind her.
I spin to her. “Me?” I say, a hell of a lot quieter than her. “What’s wrong with you, Mia? Who the fuck are you right now?”
“Shut up!” she whispers, patting down her perfectly straightened hair.
I give myself a moment to breathe, calm the fuck down, and then take her in from head to toe. She’s pressed against the door, arms stiff at her sides, painted red lips twisted in a snarl. She’s in a low-cut, thin-strapped top tucked into a flowy skirt, and everything is positioned just right. And then it hits me. “You haven’t let him touch you, have you?” I close in on her, so close I can feel her every exhale warm my flesh.
Eyes narrowed, she mumbles, “What are you talking about?”
I reach up, finger the ends of her hair. “Your hair’s perfect. Your clothes too.” I shrug. “I’m just saying, if you were my girl and I hadn’t seen you in weeks, I’d have fucking ravaged you the minute I saw you.”
Her eyes dip to my bare stomach, then right back up. She tries to hide her reaction, her lust, but I see it there, hidden beneath her façade.
“I don’t see why you have to change your clothes,” I tell her. “I think you look hot—”
“You don’t have to like my clothes,” she cuts in, and there’s a tiny little hint of a smirk on her lips. She runs a finger across my collarbone, her eyes never leaving mine. Then she pushes a finger into my chest. “I’m not wearing them for you. You—you…”
I quirk an eyebrow. “I’m a… what?”
Her cheeks flame red, and she whispers, as if it hurts to say, “Little bitch.”
I don’t stifle my laugh in time. “Such a dirty word from such a pure, innocent mouth.”
“Shut up,” she laughs, shoving my shoulder. I grasp her wrist, keep her hand on my bare chest. She’s the one who chooses to lower it, all the way until her palm’s flat against my stomach. My cock stirs when her eyes meet mine, and she doesn’t look away.
Hmm. She wants to play. “I like some of your clothes,” I tell her, and I’m removing my belt, shifting closer until our fronts are practically touching. Then I dip my head, my mouth to her ear. “I like those heels.” Her breath hitches, and I move closer again, my hand going to her waist. “The first night you were here, when you slept in my bed, I was dreaming about them.” My words are low, my mouth so close to her skin I’m sure she can feel the vibration of my voice. “You. In your heels. Nothing else. While I fucked you so hard against this very door that the entire house shook.”
A whimper. Perfect.
I press my lips to her neck before letting my smile spread. One hand on her hip, the other in her hair, I murmur, “Should we?”
“Leo.”
“Think they’d hear us?”
She moans, her head tilting to the side, giving me access. Giving me permission. I part my lips, kiss a trail from her collarbone to her neck, up to her jaw, where I bite gently, and she rewards me with another sound of pleasure. Fuck, I love her like this. At my mercy. I have her trapped against the door now, my erection pressed into her, and she hasn’t pushed me away, hasn’t asked me to stop. I rear back, fist a handful of hair, and pull.
She bites down on her bottom lip to stop the groan, but I hear it. I fucking feel it. My dick twitches between us, and with her neck craned, her lust-filled eyes are on mine again. “Ever since I saw you in those heels and had that dream, that’s what I use to get off every night.” She exhales through her nose, her lips pressed tight, her pulse beating wildly in the dip of her collarbone. “But I think I have a new fantasy now,” I tell her, running my thumb over her bright red lips. “Your lipstick. This exact shade. Smeared all over my cock.”
Her eyes close, and they stay that way, and just when I think she’s about to end this little game, her lips part, taking my thumb into her mouth, sucking, tongue swirling. It’s such an unexpected move, that my knees buckle beneath me and I almost blow my load.
Almost.
“Jesus, fuck, Mia,” I groan into her shoulder. I have to steady myself