“Is one of those for me?” I nodded at the table.
“Please.” He gestured toward the glasses. “Help yourself.”
“Only if you stop looking so uncomfortable.”
That caught his attention, his curious eyes meeting mine. “Uncomfortable?”
“Yeah. You look really uncomfortable. I insist that you take your shoes off and sit back on the bed.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “Georgia, I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”
“Of course it is, you silly, gorgeous piece of man meat!” I got to my knees, forcing his body to lie back on the bed. Straddling his hips, I stared down at him. “See what I mean? It’s so comfortable down there, isn’t it?”
“It sure is something.” His gaze raked down my completely bare body, going darker with each second that passed.
While he made himself cozy, I grabbed a glass from the nightstand and took a satisfying drink. “This vodka is delicious. Not very strong, though.”
“That’s because it’s water.”
“Hmmmph. Well, look at that.”
Kline hesitantly gripped my waist. “I think I should grab you some clothes to wear to bed.”
My mouth formed a pout. “Do you not like seeing me naked, Kline? Naked time is fun time.”
He shook his head and muttered under his breath, “Dear fucking Lucifer.” He cleared his throat. “Shit, Georgie. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything better than you naked. And God, I want naked time to be fun time. I want it really fucking bad.”
“Well, then what’s the big rush? I’m starting to understand all the fuss about nudist colonies. There’s a lot to be said for being naked, Kline. I think you should try it.” I moved my hands to his belt, slipping the metal from the prongs.
“This probably isn’t a good idea.” He stopped my progress before I made my way to his zipper.
I looked up at him, my ass resting against Kline’s better half—his bigger, thicker half. The one that seemed to wholeheartedly—or wholecockedly—disagree with him. “I think you’re wrong. I think you think this is a really good idea.” To emphasize my point, I rolled my hips against him.
Jesus. His dick.
Wait, that sounded a little sacrilege.
Kline. His dick.
There, that was better.
“Kline,” I moaned, rubbing my clit against him. “This. Feels. So. Good.”
“Shit,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. “We shouldn’t be doing this, but fuck. You’re gorgeous and naked and wet. So fucking wet. I can feel you through my clothes.”
“You make me crazy,” I half growled like an animal. “I want to kiss you, lick you, suck you, ride you. I want to do everything. Right. Now.” I leaned forward, pressing one pert nipple to his lips.
He sucked me into his mouth, his tongue flicking my nipple and urging heat to flush across my skin.
“You have the best tits, Georgia. The best fucking tits.” He moved to the other breast, kissing and sucking and licking me into a frenzy.
“God, yes. Keep doing that,” I begged.
He gripped my chin, pulling my face to his. His lips crashed against mine. We were a delicious mess of tongues and lips and hips grinding and hands groping.
“You’re too perfect,” he whispered against my skin. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“I want you to have all of me,” I urged. “I want you inside of me, Kline. God, I want it so bad. Christopher Columbus the fuck out of my * prideland!”
“What?” he asked as he stilled.
The words ran through my head enough to know I’d screwed some sort of pooch by alluding that my pooch had yet to be screwed.
“What?” I repeated back, attempting, and failing, to be the absolute picture of aloof.
His fingers held my hips still. Blue eyes stared deep into mine before shutting closed.
“Kline? What’s wrong?”
His gaze met mine again. “We can’t do this, not like this.”
“Of course, we can,” I disagreed. “I’m naked. You’re hard. This seems like the perfect time for screwing. It’s like Marvin Gaye himself put us in this moment and whispered, ‘Go ahead and let’s get it on.’”
A grin kissed his lips. “God, you’re adorable,” he said, biting back a laugh.
“No.” I pouted. “I’m sexy and naked and ready to fornicate.”
He quirked a brow. “Fornicate?”
“Penetrate?” I offered, hoping it sounded more enticing.
“Baby, I’m losing my mind over how sexy and beautiful you are, but I’m also trying to be a gentleman here. You’re a little under the influence, remember?”
I frowned, mentally counting the amount of drinks I’d had throughout the night.
“I didn’t drink that much.”
“I’m not talking about alcohol.”
My eyes went wide. “Did we do drugs?!”
His grin consumed his face, dimples peeking out and saying hello. “Calm down,” he said, humor in his voice. “We didn’t do drugs. Not in the illegal sense. But you had a crazy amount of Benadryl.”
“Oh, I forgot about that.”