Reckless, p.25
Reckless, page 25
What's that saying about men constantly thinking about sex?
"I can just imagine," he mutters as his eyes drift down my hips again.
He has on fewer clothes than I do—just his jeans hanging low on his waist, revealing the delicious canvas across his chest and the trail of black hair leading into the waistband of his jeans. Happy trail is so misleading. Euphoric trail? Orgasm trail? Leads-to-an-extremely-large-cock trail. Not that I'm staring or anything.
Fine. I'm ogling him, but could anyone blame me? Finn is sexy as hell and unbelievable in bed. He knows exactly how to work what God gave him. Himeros definitely blessed Finn with his powers of seduction and sexual prowess.
"Are you even listening?" I ask, a bit amused.
"Of course. And I agree with you, downhill skiing is more fun than cross country.”
I can’t help but laugh at his antics.
"You're lucky I'm not bat shit crazy or I might give you some Harley Quinn style treatment for not paying attention," I say, then pause as I look into my closet.
A lightbulb goes off in my mind, and I know the perfect Halloween costume.
"Sounds like a good time, not a threat," he jokes.
I glance back at him and smirk.
"Okay. I'm done." I close my closet doors and stroll over to him, straddling his waist. "I have an idea," I mutter as he pulls me closer and trails kisses across my neck, nipping my pulse point.
"I'm listening," he lies as he unsnaps my bra, tugging the straps down my arms.
"Finn, come on!"
He groans playfully as he pulls back, keeping eye contact with me. "Okay. What's the idea?"
"So, hear me out," I say and he nods, a skeptical look on his face. "Me as Harley Quinn." He nods, egging me on. "You as The Joker." He stares at me blankly for a moment before his jaw clenches.
"If I agree to this," he starts.
"Yes?"
"Can we get back to bed?" he presses.
I can't help but laugh at his request. Of course, he's thinking about sex. He's such a guy.
"I think that can be arranged," I tease.
His mouth slams down on mine and he carries me to the bed where he lies on top of me, running his hands up and down my body.
"Good," he grunts before grinding his body against mine. “Now let me fuck you like the crazy bitch you want to be.”
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