Page 104 of Duke
Already being playful and intense and all the things that I apparently find irresistible in the opposite sex.
Maybe because I like being playful too.
“You as desperate as you look, cowboy?”
He reaches for his belt. The muscles in his forearms bunch and release as he unbuckles it, yanking it through his belt loops with a single, vicious tug. He drops it on the floor, the bucklehitting the tile with a metallicthud. “Been desperate for you all damn day. Every day. All the days, ever since Aspen.”
“Would you get on your knees for me?”
His jaw twitches, one side of his mouth curling upward. Without a word, he drops down one leg at a time. “What else you want, sweetheart?”
“Your hat. Your shirt. Take it all off.”
Reaching up, he takes off his hat and sets it on its crown on the vanity. Then he bends his elbow and gathers the back collar of his shirt in his fist, tugging it over his head in one smooth, wildly sexy motion.
My eyes catch on the wiry, dark blond hair that covers his chest. He’s thick everywhere, shoulders and arms and abs, and my entire being pulses with the knowledge that I get to have all that.
I get to havehim. I feel downright giddy. And relieved.
He runs a hand through his thick hair, which is matted thanks to the hat and likely some sweat too.
“Now your jeans. Take all that off, and then”—I lick my lips—“I want you to take yourself in your hand. Get yourself ready for me.”
He chuckles, a dark, low sound I feel in my nipples, and unzips his jeans. “Blue, you best believe I’m ready. Hard as shit already. See?” He reaches inside his briefs and pulls out his dick.
He is hard.
He’s also huge and already leaking.
He pumps his hand slowly, his stomach caving as he sucks in a breath. “You know how many times I’ve done this thinking of you?”
I put a hand on the glass. “I was thinking about you too.”
“You were?” His expression softens for a beat, even as the tendons in his neck pop while he strokes himself a little faster. “What was I doing?”
Loving me.
“You were just…you.” I swallow thickly. “You said you were willing to beg. So beg.”
He smirks, his chest heaving. “Please. Please, sweetheart, let me make you feel good. I can’t—” He makes a choking sound as he thumbs his tip, the playfulness in his expression morphing into hard, almost pained need. “I can’t take it anymore. Bein’ apart from you. I dream all the time about touching you again. Hearing you say my name while I make you come. The look on your face when I come inside you—I miss it. I miss you. So fucking much. So please, Blue, put me out of my goddamn misery already and ask me to touch you.”
Well, damn. That’s some A-plus begging right there.
I struggle for air. “Will you come in now? Please?”
“So polite after being so fuckin’ bossy.”
“I’m done waiting.” Turning, I open the shower door. “Aren’t you?”
CHAPTER 24
Shared Shower Situation
Duke
This is happening.
I blink. And blink again, giving my dick a hard squeeze just to make sure this is real. My balls contract, the ache there making me groan.
