“And when anyone else calls you that?” she asked, teasing his bottom lip.
“I’ll fucking kill them,” he admitted, gently running his fingers from one breast to the other, stopping just before he touched either nipple.
“So, what makes me so special?” she asked, making him wonder how it was even possible that she didn’t already know.
He looked into her eyes as he finally allowed his fingers to skim across one hard nipple and said, “Because you drive me out of my fucking mind.”
Chapter 30
“We’re going to get your sheets wet,” she said, absently wondering if they should go somewhere else before they ruined his bed as she licked her lips and enjoyed the feeling of having Christopher’s very talented lips kissing a path from her jawline to her neck.
“The only thing that I care about getting wet,” he said softly, pausing to press a kiss against the spot where her neck and shoulder met, “is you.”
Oh….God…
She could cry. She really could. Not only did he talk dirty, but he did it really well. If there was one thing that had always disappointed her, it was that none of the men that she’d been with knew how to talk dirty during sex. They’d tried, but no of them had ever been able to pull it off.
Their attempts had always left her cringing and wishing that they’d just hurry up and finish so that she could grab something to eat and maybe catch an episode of The Walking Dead before she called it a night. Well, that wasn’t completely true. That one guy who’d thought calling her a dirty whore and a slut while he slid his hand beneath her shirt was a good idea had ended up walking home with a limp.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about getting you in my bed?” he asked as he ran his palm over her nipple, just touching it enough to make it harden in response.
Biting back a smile, she said, “Why don’t you tell me,” curious to see just how far the uptight, straight-edged, questionably OCD, man was going to try bringing this.
He chuckled as he pressed another kiss against the spot that she’d never realized was so sensitive before. “How about I show you instead?” he asked with a wink and an unbelievably sexy grin that had her heart doing an odd little flip that took her by surprise and left her feeling like she’d just been shoved off a ledge and was falling fast, a lot faster than she was probably ready for.
But, she also wasn’t ready to stop yet.
Returning his smile was probably the most terrifying thing that she’d ever done, but the way that his expression warmed as he looked down at her made her want to risk everything as long as he kept looking at her that way.
“Have you thought about me?” he asked as he cupped her face in his hand.
“What makes you think that I’ve thought about you?” she asked, laughing when his glare turned mocking.
Sighing heavily, he wrapped his arms around her and-
Tore an embarrassingly high squeal out of her when she suddenly found herself sitting on top of the large bastard.
“Stop manhandling me!” she said with a huff as she stubbornly folded her arms over her bare breasts and pointedly looked off to express her displeasure at being thrown about.
“How else was I supposed to show you?” he asked, all innocence as he placed his hands on her hips and gently rocked her, startling a startled moan from her when she realized exactly what he’d done.
Licking her lips, she let her arms drop so that she could place her hands over his where they continued to guide her, back and forth over the large erection now cradled against her wet slit. Allowing him to continue moving her slowly against him, because it was the polite thing to do, she pursed up her lips while she considered the man devouring every inch of her with his eyes.
“How exactly is this showing me what you’ve been thinking about doing to me?” she asked, running her hands over his forearms, savoring every muscle bulging against her hands.
“This is the considerate version,” he said, licking his lips in a way that had her wondering if he was imagining licking her breasts.
“How is this the considerate version?” she asked, grinding down against him with a moan as she savored the feel of thick, hard erection pressing against her in all the right ways.
“I didn’t think your bottom could handle anymore abuse tonight,” he said with a shrug as he continued openly admiring her body.
Well, that was true, she mused. While the damaged area no longer made her want to cry and demand a quick and painless death thanks to the pills she’d been given, it probably wouldn’t feel too great later if she allowed the area to be abused now. Which inadvertently brought the question to mind, was he a spanker?
Was that too much to ask for?
Probably, she decided with a sigh, telling herself that there was no need to be selfish and that she should just be grateful that he was great in bed, considerate and knew how to talk dirty. Anything more would just be asking too much.
“You still haven’t explained how having me on top is showing me what you’ve been thinking about,” she teased with a smile as she leaned down so that she could kiss him.
“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked, playfully nipping at her bottom lip.
“No, not really,” she admitted, smiling as she sat back up and-
“This is where you make every one of my fantasies come to life.”
“By doing all the work?” she teased as she returned to slowly rocking against the hard erection that somehow seemed harder than it had been only a few seconds ago.
“That’s just a plus,” he explained absently as he watched her move back and forth over his cock.
“I see,” she murmured, licking her lips as she started to lose herself in what she was doing.
God, he felt so good.
“This is every man’s fantasy,” he said with a groan when her slit spread open and allowed her swollen little clit to tease the tip of his cock.
“Really? This is it?” she asked with a chuckle, because she honestly thought that every man’s fantasy was two women-
“Having the woman that you can’t stop thinking about moan your name as she puts every fantasy that you’ve ever had to shame,” he said as he sat up and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
Smiling, she wrapped her arms around him. “You can’t stop thinking about me?”