“You want me?” She rasps the question and my heart starts pounding in my chest.
I run my hands up and down her spine and along her ribs. Her breathing deepens as I nod slowly.
“I want you,” she whispers, the words fall between us. “You should definitely take me, Prez.”
Something inside me snaps with her words and I grunt, “Fuck yes.”
After taking a step back from her, even though I hate it, I grip the bottom of her t-shirt to pull it up and off her body. She gasps before giggling and the sound breaks some of the tension between us as I pull my cut off and hang it on the back of the door. She watches me, her head tilted slightly like she’s just now understanding the weight of the leather when it’s on my shoulders. Or the reverence we show it.
To others it’s just fabric. To us it’s so much more.
She kicks her shoes off, but when she reaches for the button of her shorts, I make a sound in the back of my throat and she stills.
“You don’t get to take away my chance to undress you, Ezra,” my words are a rumble and come from some feral place in my soul. The place that wants to strip her, to watch as every inch of her skin is uncovered to satisfy my hungry gaze.
Her hands drop to her sides, and I eat up the vision of her half-undressed in front of me. Her tits are barely contained in her purple lace bra, and I can see her hard nipples behind the fabric. My mouth fucking waters as I look at her.
I reach back and grip the neck of my shirt pulling it forward and off my body. When it hits the floor, Ezra’s eyes go wide. “Holy fucking shit,” she mutters the words as her eyes roam over my chest.
When I chuckle, her eyes dart up to mine before looking at my chest again. “Like what you see?”
“Uh,” she sounds pained, “yeah. You have a lot of tattoos. I kind of want to taste them.”
My head tips back and I bark out a long laugh. I think she curses and reminds herself to keep her inside thoughts inside, but I barely hear her.
I step closer to her, and my hands grip her hips before sliding up her ribcage. “Your skin is so soft,” I praise her.
My hands slide around her back and I unclasp her bra. When it falls to the floor, I lick my lips as I take in the sight of her naked breasts. I cup them and squeeze slightly, testing the feel of them in my hands.
The gasp that comes out of Ezra falls into a moan as her hands clutch my shoulders. The way her nails dig into my skin lights a fire inside of me. It ravages me from the inside out. I bury my face in her neck and kiss her skin, moving down to her collarbone.
“You with me, Teach?”
She nods as I start to kiss down her body. As much as I want to suck one of her hardened nipples into my mouth, I bypass both of her perfect tits, kissing between them until I’m met by her waistband while I kneel at her feet. I look up at her and arch one eyebrow.
“Yeah,” there’s a needy edge to her voice, “I’m with you, Ryker.”
The way she says my road name, it grates against me. I think I hate it.
I grunt, “Titus. You’re going to call me Titus when we’re alone and definitely before I slide inside of your tight pussy and claim you as mine.”
Her fingertips run over the top of my head, my hair buzzed too short for her to be able to hold on to a damn thing. “You want me to call you by your name? Not your road name?” She asks the questions with words filled with awe and more than a little surprise.
When I slide the tip of my nose along the edge of the denim still hiding her from me, her skin breaks out into goosebumps. I flick the button open, unzip the fly, and start to pull them down her legs. The reveal is slow and worth the fucking wait.
Teasing her, my fingertips barely gliding along her legs, I demand, “Say it.”
“Titus,” her sweet voice wraps around my name.
My eyes squeeze shut and I lean my forehead against her belly. She lets the quiet wrap around us for a moment, her hands gliding down the back of my head.
“I gotta say,” she teases, “there’s something quite intoxicating about you being on your knees for me.” She tilts her head to the side, a challenge flashing in her eyes. “Would you crawl for me, Prez?”
I nip at her skin, and the action pulls a breathy moan from her lips. “I’ll gladly crawl for you, Ezra.”
Her face softens as I hook my fingers into the waist of her panties and pull them down over her hips and legs. When she’s naked in front of me, all I can do is stare and take her in.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, “you’re gorgeous.”