Page 33 of Stuck with Me

“No shit. There’s no contest.”

I gather the bottom of her sweater and pull it up and over her head in one quick motion. As much as I want to strip this woman naked and devour her, I’m momentarily stunned by the sight of her tits. And she was right; her chest is fucking fantastic. A black lacey bra that dips low and barely covers her nipples leaves little to the imagination. Not that I’m complaining. It’s hot as fuck. Her breasts are godly; like two plump but perky pillows that I want to sink my face into.

“What’d I tell you?”

I flick my attention up to her face and find her grinning. As much as I want to hate her at this moment, it’s sort of adorable.

“You win.”

She pumps a fist of victory into the air. “Now get those damn pants off so I can check out the goods.”

I chuckle again as I undo my belt. “You won’t be disappointed.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, Moretti. Strip.”

She doesn’t take her gaze off me while I pull down my pants and step out of them. And I don’t take my eyes off her either while she watches me, her eyes darkened. She sticks her tongue out and touches the tip of her upper lip and my dick throbs.

“The Jockeys too,” she demands, her voice so sultry it makes my head dizzy.

I narrow my eyes at her. “Are you always this bossy?”

“Yes,” she says without missing a beat.

Leaning into her, I say, “You ever think to let a man get bossy with you?”

She pushes me in the chest with her pointer finger before removing it and pointing at the floor. “No. Now, off.”

A zip of stubbornness runs through me, and my brain momentarily battles with my dick. Is it worth it to let my ego get in the way of the chance to release this pent-up sexual frustration? The chance to fuck Rosie? To slip my cock into that tempting pussy that I know has to be soaked for me?

“How about you first?”

She narrows her eyes at me. “I need to see what I’m going to be working with before I bother with getting naked.”

Fucking hell. The way this woman gets under my skin and pisses me the fuck off.

But I won’t lie. Her attitude has me half irritated, half turned on. Either way, I’m hot and hard all at once. If I put up a fight now and let my stubborn ass get in the way of this, I will have the worst case of blue balls there ever was.

“Fine, Kit-Kat.” I smirk. “You wanna see the goods? I have no shame in stripping naked for you.” I yank my boxer briefs down quickly, like ripping off a Band-Aid. She wants a show? I’ll give her a show. And the way she gasps sets a buzz shooting across my skin. It’s not like I doubted she’d like what she saw. But Rosalie has made it obvious she’s seen her share of dicks in her lifetime. I had no idea what I was up against.

But based on her double take, it’s no contest. I’ve taken the cake on this one. I study her as she takes me in. As she stares at my cock, so hard and pointing straight at her, she rolls her lips in and bites down. Her reaction makes my dick pulse even more.

The quiet moment stretches between us and the temperature in the room rises with each second that ticks by. And along with it, my desire for her increases. I need my hands on her. My mouth on her.

She hops off the countertop. “Now that’s a dick I can work with.”

I choke out a laugh but then take control of the moment. I step closer to her. “Your turn.”

Heat flares in her brown eyes after they dance up to meet mine. Worry pinches in my gut that she’s going to call this whole thing quits. Or she’s going to hate that I am trying to keep some of the control. But maybe she likes it because she’s quiet and doesn’t argue.

I push my luck. “Strip.”

She glares at me, her eyes like slits while she purses her lips. But then she surprises me when she shoves her leggings down her legs. Albeit defiantly. I didn’t think this bratty attitude of hers would turn me on, but God help me, it does. Her hating me gives her an extra edge I’m obsessed with.

When she steps out of her pants, it shouldn’t surprise me that her panties match her bra. A scrap of lacey black fabric covers the best parts of her. As she stands before me like this, I’m hard as steel. I sink my teeth into my lower lip, an effort to not touch her too soon. Or hell, not touch myself.

I’m so far gone for her, I’m afraid there will be no coming back. Thishit it and quit itmight be more difficult than I originally thought. Because she’s got a body that I could enjoy for several nights in a row, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

“Like what you see?” she asks.

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