“I’m not?—”
“Mhmm.”
I glared at him, not sure what to say. The only person who dared to call me out was Cait. But Cait wasn’t here. She also wasn’t sitting in my comfy chair, looking…good. Which was weird; it wasn’t like Colin was doing anything but sitting there, looking comfortable. Yet there was something incredibly sexy about the sight, and that was confusing.
“Sorry, should I reenact the first time you met me?” he asked lightly, sitting up straight. “I’d need to borrow your shower, though.”
My gut twisted at the idea, and I frowned. “Carter’s right, you are an ass.”
“I’m not one to brag,” he said slowly. “But I admit I do have a nice ass.”
“That’s not what I said.”
“You’re saying a whole lot of things; either you’re trying to put off why I’m here or you're trying to find the courage to actually tell me to fuck off and never come back. So, uh…which is it?”
“Nervous?” I asked wryly.
“A little,” he said, surprising me with his candor. “I’m a confident guy and all, but even I’m not a fan of being rejected. But I’d rather take an outright rejection than be left dangling likea fish on a hook for too long, only to be thrown back. No one likes to be completely at someone else’s mercy, not when their heart or self-esteem are on the line.”
It wasn’t what I was expecting, but he’d always seemed comfortable in his own skin and hadn’t hidden much from me in the past. It was strange, having someone be so forthcoming when most people usually hid their vulnerable sides around me. I knew that contributed to my loneliness. It was difficult to have a meaningful relationship with people who weren’t willing to be open. Except for Cait, though, no one before Colin bothered to do it.
The thought was strangely erotic. I wasn’t going to pretend he was comfortable enough to be that open with me, but he was daring enough to give it a shot. That said more good things about him than it would ever say about me, but made it even more attractive. Plus, if he could take a risk with me, then I suppose?—
“Strip,” I told him roughly, not knowing if it was a good thing or not that I was caving, but it had to be better than that awkward back and forth we were doing.
“Demanding,” he said with a chuckle, but his hands grabbed the bottom of his shirt to yank it over his head. He got to his feet, clearly not bothering to put on any sort of show or performance as he undid his jeans before kicking out of them.
I held out a hand, signaling him to stop, and he did, looking at me curiously. There was no worry on his face, maybe because my reaction wasn’t filled with regret or hesitation. He was confident standing there in those short boxer briefs he loved so much. Not that he didn’t have good reason to be comfortable; he looked good, and he knew it. I rotated a finger and with a smirk he stood up straight and slowly turned on the spot.
“Am I being evaluated?” he asked with a smile.
“No,” I said, my eyes following the curve of his ass, then the obvious bulge at the front, which was bigger than it had beena moment before, so clearly he was getting turned on because I was staring at him. “I am.”
He looked surprised. “And what did you find?”
I had found that my attraction hadn’t been a fluke. Apparently, I was as into the sight of him being hard as I was into the bounce of his ass. I found maybe it wouldn’t have mattered if my first introduction to him had been filled with so much sex and suggestion, or perfectly normal, I would have found myself in this exact spot at some point.
Instead, I said, “Where do you buy your underwear, the kids section?”
He shot me a knowing look that I refused to acknowledge. “You know, underwear comes in different sizes and shapes. It’s not all an eight-pack of generic sizes from Wal-Mart.”
I frowned. “Nothing wrong with that.”
“Nope,” he agreed, tugging at the leg of his tiny boxer briefs that barely reached his thighs. The gesture was unconscious, but the sight suddenly made me itch to grab them and run my tongue along the inside of his thigh to see what noises he made. I had already heard a few of them, and despite how distinctly masculine they had been compared to the sounds of pleasure I’d heard over the years, they drove me crazy. “By the way, I can see your pants have gotten a little tighter.”
I glanced down before scowling. “Whatever.”
“I’ve decided to stick to calling you Big Boss for my own reasons,” he said with a chuckle, and I blinked when he stepped forward and with a grace I could only call erotic, slid onto my lap smoothly. His arms were around my neck, and I leaned back, staring up into his bright eyes and feeling like I might rip through my jeans any second.
“Shut up,” I muttered, but even I couldn’t manage any genuine force behind my words to be taken seriously. “I don’t need your flattery.”
“It’s flattery to point out that you’re well-hung?” he asked in confusion and then laughed. “Long, thick, and the past couple of times you’ve been so hard it looked painful. Now the real question is, what will that feel like deep in my ass?”
There was not one ounce of shame in the man, and, fuck, it drove me crazy. “I guess we’re finding out, aren’t we?”
“Now we’re talking,” he said, grinding on my lap and making me grunt in surprise at the spark of pleasure that shot up my spine.
If his lack of shame, or sheer confidence wasn’t hitting enough of my buttons, then his unabashed, unreserved desire for me would have been enough. He gripped my shirt, tossing it aside without a care as his hands slid over my bare chest and down my stomach. I wasn’t idle, letting my hands roam up and down his back and over the curve of his ass.