Page 9 of So This Is War
“That big enough?”
“It will do.” I smirk.
He returns his hand to my leg. “What else?”
“I prefer a large dick.”
His brow lifts again because a naughty smile passes over his lips. “Can’t whip out my cock for you in public, so you’re going to have to take my word for it, but you can look at my feet and make your own assessment.”
I bend at the waist and glance at one of his feet . . . one of his extremely large feet.
My mouth goes dry from the thought of how that could translate into so much more.
When I glance back up at him, he says, “Like what you see?”
To throw him a bone, I reply, “I do.” And then I twist toward him so his hand on my thigh slides over my hip. “What do you like in a woman?”
“Confidence,” he says. “No shame. Humor. And a great pair of killer eyes. Which you have.”
“Hmm, I thought you were going to say tits.”
“That’s just a bonus,” he says, wetting his lips again.
“What about in the bedroom?” I ask. “If I were to go up to your room tonight, what would you expect from me?”
“I expect nothing, but I accept everything,” he says.
“So . . .” I dance my fingers over the unbuttoned portion of his shirt. “If I were to tell you that I wanted to give you, I don’t know, a lap dance as a way to disrobe myself, would you be okay with that?”
“Baby, I would hum music for you if you needed it.”
I chuckle. “And if I were to, I don’t know . . .” I drag my fingers down the front of his chest to his stomach, where I can feel the definition of his abs against my fingertips. “Want to take you into my mouth, would you let me?”
“I would help you to your knees and offer you a pillow to kneel on.”
“Ooo, a gentleman.” I move my hand closer to his waistline. “And if I told you I wanted to come on your cock, would you try to get me to come on your tongue first?”
“Yes,” he answers, his eyes looking hazy now, so I move my hand just a bit more south until I come in contact with his hardening cock. His teeth pull over his bottom lip as he stares at me, never telling me to stop, so I dance my fingers over his length.
“But I said I wanted to come on your cock, not your tongue.”
“You act as if you’ve only come once in a night.”
“What if I have?” I ask.
“Then you need to spend the night with me, baby, because you aren’t coming just once. Guaran-fucking-tee.”
My nipples go hard from the thought.
A dull throb erupts between my legs.
And all caution is thrown to the wind as I realize there is no chance in hell I’m not getting off several times tonight. I can tell he wants this, but I know for a fact that I want this more.
My palm smooths over his cock, and he growls under his breath as he moves in close and drags his hand up my arm, to my shoulder, then right to the base of my neck, where he lightly encircles it, claiming me as his right here at this moment.
“You want this, don’t you?” he asks.
“I think you know the answer to that, Levi.”
