“Do you like it?”

“I fucking love it,” he says without hesitation as he watches his hands play with my breasts. “I can’t stop looking at you.”

I step closer to him, rest my hands on his shoulders and whisper next to his ear, “The top matches the bottom.”

“So you did wear this for me.” His hands immediately go to the waistband of my jeans, his fingers fumbling with the snap. “Take ‘em off,” he demands.

“You take them off.” I pull away from his searching hands and go to the bed, a shocked huff of laughter escaping when he slips his arms around me from behind, pushing my hair away from my neck so he can kiss me there. His mouth lingers, his teeth nibble and I shiver, trying to shy away.

“Didn’t know you were such a tease,” he murmurs, his fingers back at the snap of my jeans. I slap his hands away and turn within his embrace to face him, loving the heated glow in his brilliant blue gaze. “Those jeans need to come off, Alexandria.”

“I know.” I reach for the hem of his shirt and pull on it a little. “But turnabout is fair play or whatever the heck that means.”

Chuckling, he lets go of me and reaches behind his neck, tugging his shirt off with one pull. I suck in a breath at the chest that’s revealed, my gaze bouncing, unable to stay in one spot. He’s beautiful everywhere, a work of art with defined pecs, a flat stomach and a light smattering of hair in the center of his chest. No intimidating washboard abs but he does have a golden brown trail that starts just below his navel and disappears just beneath the waistband of his jeans.

I wanna see where that trail of hair leads to.

“Wow,” I whisper and he chuckles again.

“That’s exactly how I felt when I first saw you,” he murmurs, cupping my cheeks with his hands before he leans in and kisses me.

I forget everything when his mouth is on mine. All I can concentrate on is the way he makes me feel. How my body reacts to his touch, his taste, his words. He whispers that I’m beautiful and butterflies erupt in my stomach. He reaches for the front of my jeans, slides his fingers down inside of them until he’s touching the lacy top of my panties and I’m instantly wet. And when my hands finally make contact with the warm, hard wall of his chest, my knees wobble. I can’t form words, I can’t think, all I can do is run my hands all over my skin like I’m trying to memorize it for later.

Somehow we end up on the bed in a tangled heap. His hand goes to my back and undoes my bra snap expertly, the cups springing free, revealing my lacking chest. He pulls the bra straps from my shoulders, down my arms before he tosses it on the side of the bed. Self-consciousness rears its ugly head and I pull away from him, my arms immediately coming up to cover my chest.

“Hey, hey, what happened to my teasing little angel?” His smiling face is hovering above mine, his gaze zeroed in on my face. He gently pries my arms away from my chest, his fingers brushing against my breasts and I suck in a breath. “Let me see you.”

My arms fall to my sides and I lay there like a virgin sacrifice. Eyes tightly closed, body tense, limbs trembling as I wait for his assessment. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. Not thirty seconds ago I was teasing him and laughing and now I act like he’s going to take one look at my boobs and jam. I’m being ridiculous. I know it.

But I can’t help it.

“So pretty,” he says reverently. I crack open my eyes to find him watching me with a bemused expression on his face. Well, bemused tempered with arousal because he also looks like he wants to jump me. “Relax. You’re too tense.”

He then proceeds to relieve the tension with his mouth on my breasts, blazing a trail of damp heat all over my skin, racing over me in a rush of fevered lips and tongue. One hand cups a breast while he sucks the other nipple in his mouth, lashing his tongue over my aching, pebbled flesh. I curl my hands into his hair, holding him close, arching into his mouth. I’m reckless with need, wrapping my legs around his, realizing that I have my stupid boots on and I pull on his hair tight, making him lift his head.

“What?” He sounds irritated, like I interrupted him and that almost makes me smile. His lips are swollen and damp, his eyes hazy with lust and his hair in complete disarray.

It’s a fucking great look on him.

“My boots.” I run my booted foot over the back of his jean-clad calf. “Can you help me take them off?”

The grin he flashes me is nothing short of lecherous. “I’ll help you take everything off.” He pushes away from me, going to stand at the foot of the bed so he can unzip first one boot, then the other.

“Perv,” I tease.

“You like it,” he tosses back as he yanks off my left boot and lets it drop to the floor, doing the same with the right one. Then he’s tugging at my jeans, commanding me to undo them and I draw down the zipper with shaky fingers. Blowing out a shaky breath when he practically rips my jeans off my body, I feel exposed.

His gaze burns as it runs the length of my legs, settling on my panties. “Fucking hell,” he groans, shaking his head. “You are like my every wet dream come to life.”

I frown. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“Baby, that is one of the highest compliments I could ever give a girl. Do you know how much I’ve fantasized about you looking exactly like this? Lying in the middle of my bed in just a pair of panties and nothing else? Jesus. It’s almost too much.”

“So all that talk of you fantasizing about me is true?” I thought maybe he was repeating lines from SATC and nothing else. Well, I was hopeful, but why would I star in Tristan Prescott’s wicked dreams?

“Oh, you reside in my deepest, darkest fantasies, Alexandria.” His voice is full of dirty, delicious promise. Anticipation skates in my veins and I know whatever’s going to happen next, I’m bound to enjoy it.

She is literally splayed out across my bed like she was made just for me. Ready for me. Only me. Wearing a pair of thin black panties and nothing else, those long, long legs slide against each other. She looks restless, maybe a little uneasy and I wonder if she’s nervous. I don’t want her feeling that way. It’s going to be good between us.

I know it.

Anticipation hums in my veins and I reach for her foot, lifting up her leg and smoothing my fingers along her calf, tickling behind her knee.

“Stop,” she says as she tries to jerk out of my grip but I only hold on tighter. A frustrated giggle leaves her when I tickle her again. “I’m ticklish.”

I decide to go easy on her but I’ll remember that for later.

Dropping her foot, I reach for her waist with both hands, pulling her to the edge of the mattress until her feet land on the floor. She props herself up on her elbows, gasping when I kneel in front of her. Her eyes are luminous as she watches me.

“What are you doing?” she asks shakily.

My hands still on her waist, I lean over and drop a kiss on the flat plane of her stomach. “Kissing you.” Hmm, and I could go on kissing her forever, I swear. Her skin is soft and smooth, smelling faintly of flowers and a hint of spice. I kiss her again, around her navel, below it. I can smell her, the scent of her arousal strong and I swear she’s hot for me. As in, heat is radiating from between her legs.

I want to explore every inch of that heat with my fingers and tongue.

She squeezes her thighs together as I kiss along the lacy top of her panties, her skin quivering beneath my lips, her knees knocking into my chest. I’m in the mood to tease. This will be a surefire form of torture for the both of us, but I can withstand it. I want to drive Alexandria out of her mind. I want to witness her falling apart.