She giggled. “We don’t have a dance floor.”
“Yet,” he joked. He was only half joking. It wasn’t a bad idea. The dance floor. Not the pole.
“How long would you let me prance around wearing nothing but a thong?”
He narrowed his gaze and growled at her playfully. “We’ll never know.”
“Why’s that?” She giggled again.
“Because business is going to continue to go up. I’m a celebrity. Haven’t you heard?” He leaned in and took her lips before she could respond, kissing her with the same passion as he had an hour ago in her apartment.
She melted against him as she pulled her fingers out of her pockets and smoothed her hands around to his ass. “Mmm,” she hummed when he finally let her breathe. “I’ve always wanted to have sex with a celebrity.”
“Now’s your chance.” He kissed a path to her ear next, enjoying the way she shivered when he hit the sweet spot right behind her lobe. He slid his hands up under her shirt, flattening his palms on her smooth warm skin for the first time. His heart raced. She was his. Finally.
Unable to wait another second to see more of her, he whisked the shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. He was shocked to find her wearing a sexy black bra. One that was barely existent. More lace than anything else. “Jesus, Jodi.” He was breathless as he leaned back a few inches to let his gaze wander over her chest. “I thought I knew all your bras,” he whispered as he traced a finger along the upper swell of her breasts. “Since you’ve been wearing those damn tank tops that covered almost nothing, I’ve seen hot pink, green, navy, even plain white. I’ve never seen this one.”
She licked her lips. “My goal in those tank tops was to tease with a bit of cleavage, nothing more.”
He chuckled. “I’m glad. I might have had a heart attack if I’d known this bra existed.”
“I put it on this morning. We had a date,” she murmured, her breath coming faster when he leaned down to drag his tongue along the edge of lace. She sucked in a sharp breath and rose onto her toes when he reached under the lace and flicked her nipple.
His hands went to her back so he could unfasten the sexy garment. “I want to see this again. Later.”
“Okay,” she murmured as she let him draw the lace down her arms and then dropped it on top of her shirt. She grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head too.
Finally, he was able to stare at her fantastic breasts. They were everything he imagined. Full and high and swollen. Her nipples were a dusky rose color, the tips tight buds. He cupped them both and then flicked his thumbs over her nipples.
A shocked little whimper left her lips, making him smile. As he bent to take one into his mouth, he slid his hands to her jeans, popped the button and lowered the zipper. She was moaning against him as he pulled her jeans over her hips.
Somehow, she managed to kick her shoes off for him. She also swatted his hands out of the way and extricated herself from the denim.
“Anxious?” he teased.
“Yes.” She went after his jeans next. “Help me. Please, Tuck.” Her voice was desperate. He loved it. He removed the rest of his clothes for her and then grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the bed.
His breath caught at the sight of her in nothing but a black lace thong that matched the bra. Her tanned skin was flawless. Her face was flushed, and she was licking her lips.
Tuck reached for the edges of her thong and hauled it over her hips and off her body. “Also sexy. Later you can wear them again.” Right now he wanted her naked. He wanted to ravage her. Every inch of her. He wanted her to scream so loud the people in the next room would be startled.
Her gaze roamed up and down his naked body too, a smile forming as she perched on her elbows, holding her chest up. “You don’t have as many tattoos as I imagined,” she noted.
“Is that a problem?” he joked.
“Nope. Just surprised.”
“I got them on both biceps. Never really got into the idea of having a needle on my chest or back.”
She dropped all the way onto her back and reached for him as he climbed onto the bed and crawled toward her. “Please…”
“Already begging? I haven’t even started.”
“Foreplay is so overrated.” She squirmed as she wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked it from tip to base.
“Baby, you better get comfortable because I’m not skipping the foreplay.”
She groaned, the sound making his cock harder. He clasped her hand and then removed it. “You can’t touch me like that yet.” His voice wasn’t his own. It was deeper. He was going to come too fast if he didn’t rein in his lust.
He nudged her legs apart so he could situate one of his knees between hers as he dropped onto a hip at her side. Again, he let his gaze roam up and down her body, enjoying the warmth of her pussy against his thigh as her arousal coated him. He dragged the tip of one finger around her nipple until she arched upward. “Tuck…”
“Let me explore, baby…”
“Later.”
He shook his head when her hand came to his, trying to drag it down her body. Her eyes went wide with shock when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her arm over her head. He lifted his hip for a moment to locate the other hand and bring it to meet its mate. Setting one
