Fingers brushing the ink on my chest and exploring every different line, her brows lift in amazement. Dragging down my ribs toward the scars I've got scattered across my skin, I see the worry behind her eyes, too. She touches me like she's reading me—like she's trying to learn every line of who I am.
Any lower, and she'll notice how hard my cock is. Barely touched, and here I am. Stiffer than I've ever been in my life.
My breath catches as she reaches the hair trailing below my belly button. I actually have to close my eyes for a second. I’m not going to embarrass myself here. I swear to God.
Whatever person this woman thinks I am, I'm not about to ruin it because I can't keep my body in check. I want to be someone who can keep up with her.
Before she can try to touch me lower, I'm pinching at her shirt, dying to know what she looks like beneath. Silently thanking my fingers for not shaking, I'm pulling it over her head before my next breath is catching in my lungs. Dropping her shirt mindlessly, I'm left gawking at a lacy bra cupping her breasts.
Fuck, does she wear it just in case anyone catches a glimpse beneath her dress?
"You look angry." She reaches up and pinches one of the straps. "You don't like it?"
She's right. I can feel the strain on my jaw from gritting my teeth as tightly as I am. Just thinking about other men catching a view of it is enough to make my blood boil.
Jealousy is another one of those things I need to learn to get in check. Otherwise, I'm going to end up turning her off. After all, why in the hell would she want me panting all over her while scaring off those around her?
Breathing in deep and shaking my head, I drink in that lace and imagine how it would feel beneath my thumb if I were to rub it against it. "It's not that. I'm just... thinking about others seeing it." Heat crawls up my throat from admitting the truth. "Getting in my head."
Her brows lift before a smile forms on her lips. As it stretches from ear to ear, I notice the amusement behind her gaze.
If she teases me when I'm this close to getting somewhere with her...
"Is that why you're always scowling whenever I catch you looking my way?" Leaning toward me, her hands move behind her. I don't realize she's undoing her bra before I watch as it falls from her shoulders and then down her arms.
Jesus Christ, what have I gotten myself into?
Her breasts are...Fuck. They're perfect. Round and supple and...
She's growing flushed everywhere, even more when silence fills the small space as her bra drops from her fingertips. "As much as I love your silent self, I think you should say something."
I'm not a man of words. Instead of turning out like Ace, a man whose words were all smooth and buttery, I've always struggled to speak my mind, really. And right now? It's even harder when the ability to think is impossible.
"You're out of my league, Bunny." Running a hand down my face, I shake my head. "You could have anyone, you know that, don't you? You really want some asshole who's done bad things in his lifetime? Hell, someone younger than you?"
Inexperienced and demanding, and hell, possessive?
The brief look of worry on her face is gone in a quick wave. Reaching out for me, she nods as she cups my face. "You're not an asshole. You're respectful." Stroking my cheeks, she lifts to kiss my mouth. Not anything deep like before, but a simple brush that makes me dizzy. "You know how nice it is to finally meet a man who doesn't take one look at me and immediately treat me as an object? I knew you were special the moment I met you, booking it the moment you saw me coming."
Just when I think she's teasing me again, I can hear the sincerity in her voice.
"You may need to adjust your bar, here." Leaning into her touch, I love how it feels when she strokes my beard. "Respectful, huh? That's a first."
I've been called many things, but most aren't compliments. It's a pleasant change, I can say that much.
"Smoke, I want you." Pecking my lips, she grabs my hand and then plants it on her breast. "Can't you tell?"
I can; it's just going to take some time to get used to, that's all.
My grunt has her giggling breathlessly. Pulling away before I can enjoy touching her too much, she twists around and reveals ink against her spine that I never knew was there. She sinks her thumbs into her pants, teasing me even more as she starts shoving them down. "How about we move this to the shower?"
She won't need to ask twice. Once I have her in my grasp, I'll show her just how desperately I desire her, far beyond any mere words.
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Bunny
Inever realized how small my shower is until Smoke crowds his way inside with me.