“Oh!” Ha. I was right. A huge, satisfied smile stretches across my lips. “I thought maybe it was just me. You know,” I wave a hand, “that this was par for the course for you.”
He shakes his head before kissing me hard. Abruptly, he releases me, and I sway on my feet. “Look at me.”
I raise my gaze to meet his.
“This isnotpar for the course.” His tone is deadly serious. “I don’t know what this is, but par for the course doesn’t come close to describing it.”
I’m still not going to think about his earlier claim, when he’d been buried deep inside me, but I’m happy to learn this isn’t run of the mill for him. That I’m keeping up. “I’m glad. I’d hate to be the only one hanging out there.”
“You’re not. There’s only one thing I’m disappointed about…”
I’d worry but his expression has turned sly. Mischievous. “What’s that?”
He kisses me again and presses his body flush against me. “I wish I knew about your wild streak a long time ago. Think about how much fun we’ve missed.”
Bit by bit I’m getting in touch with my inner temptress, she’s bold and adventurous. I snake my hands under his shirt, up the smooth muscles of his stomach before raking my nails over his nipples.
He jerks with a groan.
That sound makes me happy. I rub my hips along his cock. “I guess we’ll have to make up for lost time.”
Under hooded lids, he gazes down at me. “When we get home, I’m going to tie you to my bed and make you beg me.”
Another item from my list. My stomach jumps in anticipation. If I’m not careful I could get used to this. I’ll think about it later though, when there’s not so much heat between us. I smile up at him. “Okay, but I need to tell you one thing.”
He nipped at my bottom lip. “What’s that?”
“I’m never wearing the damn balls again. Those things are pure torture.”