“Oh.” She shivered. “Well, if you insist.” She tugged at his T-shirt, but he pulled it off before she could rip it in two.
“Wait.” She grabbed his hands when he reached for his belt. “I want to undress you.”
“Well, if you insist,” he repeated her words. “Then I’ll undress you.”
“Deal.” With a grin, she unbuckled his belt.
With vampire speed, he unknotted her belt and took off her tunic. Then he undid the drawstring on her trousers and dropped them to the ground. She was down to her panties and camisole before his trousers were unzipped.
She gave him a wry look. “Are you in a hurry?”
“Once I have you naked, I’ll go as slow as you like.”
Her golden eyes gleamed. “Well, if you insist.”
“I do, princess.”
“Cowboy.” She tugged his trousers and underwear down, and his swollen manhood popped out. “Oh, hello. I remember you.”
“You’re going to talk to it?” He kicked off his shoes and trousers.
She stroked him with her fingers. “I may do more than talk.”
“Well, if you insist.” He swooped her up to carry her to the bed. When he sat her down, he pulled the camisole up and over her head. Her breasts bounced free, round and firm, topped with plump, pink nipples.
“Last night happened too fast,” he murmured as he cupped her breasts and felt their weight against his palms. “I wasn’t able to give you the attention you deserve.”
He brushed his thumbs over her nipples and they pebbled. “Look at that. How pretty they are.” He leaned down to run his tongue over the pebbled skin.
She shivered, then slid her hands up his arms to his shoulders. “I love touching you. You’re so beautiful.”
He snorted. “Guys aren’t beautiful.”
“You are.” She smoothed her hands down his chest to his abdomen. “So many muscles.”
“So many curves.” He grazed his fingers along the curve of her waist and hips.
“So soft, but wonderfully hard.” She curled her hand around his erection.
He sucked in a breath as she gently stroked him, then rubbed her thumb over the crown. With a groan, he removed her hand. “That’s enough.”
She frowned. “But I like touching you.”
“I’m about to explode.” He kissed her hand. “I want to be in charge for a while. I’m going to make you writhe and scream with pleasure.”
“Really?” She gave him a dubious look, then her mouth twitched. “Well, if you insist.” She lay back onto the bed and lifted her arms overhead. “All right, cowboy. Let’s see what you can do.”
He tapped the end of her nose. “Your wish is my command, princess.”
“Don’t call me princess.”
With a smile, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled.
She shifted her hips, lifting them up tantalizingly as he dragged the panties over her rump and down her legs. Now that she was stretched out naked on the bed, he took his time to study her. She had the lithe, muscular build of an athlete, but all the luscious curves of a beautiful woman.
Her nipples hardened and her hips squirmed a bit. “Why are you just looking at me?”
“I like what I see. You’re beautiful. And you’re already writhing.”
She snorted. “Because you’re making me nervous. Where’s all this pleasure you promised me?”
“I’m getting there.” He stroked the bottom of her feet.
She pulled them away. “That tickles.”
“Ah.” He grazed his fingertips along her ankles. “Does that tickle, princess?”
“Yes.” She kicked at him.
He moved up her calves and tickled the back of her knees. “And this?”
“Yes.” She stopped him by bending her legs at the knees, then gasped when he shoved her knees apart.
Now he could see the pink folds of her sex, and his groin grew harder.
“Why are you staring?”
“Does it disturb you?” He grazed his hands up her thighs.
Her legs trembled, and moisture glistened on her folds. He breathed deeply, catching the scent of her arousal.
“Russell, do something. This is starting to drive me crazy.”
Smiling, he stretched out beside her. “Are you ready to writhe with pleasure?”
“Yes!”
He planted kisses down her neck as his hand smoothed down her belly. By the time his mouth reached her breasts, his fingers were delving into the black curls that covered her mound.
With a moan, she lifted her hips, pressing against his hand. He smiled to himself, loving how assertive and free she was. He teased her nipple with his tongue and was rewarded with another moan.
“Russell,” she breathed as her hands raked through his hair.
He drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked. A few hard pulls, then he glanced up to see her reaction as his hand slipped between her legs. She was wonderfully slick with moisture and already swelling. Her eyes flew open when he pinched her clitoris.
“What . . . oh my . . .” She gasped as he gently massaged her.
He kissed a trail down to her belly as he stroked her. Soon she was panting and pressing against him. He nuzzled her black curls with his nose, then slipped his fingers between her slick folds. One finger slid inside, then two. So hot and wet.
With a groan, she writhed her hips. He settled between her legs and gave her clitoris a lick. She cried out, her legs thrashing.