Chapter 28

He laughed, that sexy, dark chuckle never failing to heat my blood. He pulled away from me, then grabbed my hand and tugged me from the counter. “Go get naked. I’ll be right there as soon as I put away the salad and stick the dishes in the sink.”

“I can—”

“Go.”

I went.

It took him only a few minutes to join me, but by the time he did, I was sprawled out naked on the bed, and had three fingers up my ass. I was panting and working myself, loving the way he froze, then swallowed hard and started pulling off his clothes when he saw me.

“You started without me,” he accused, but his tone was full of heat, not anger. I kept fingering myself, whining as I hit a good spot, and reached out for him with my other hand.

“It’s been so long.” I gasped as he climbed up, instantly stilling when he grabbed my wrist and eased my fingers from my body.

This time the glare was bordering on real. “Whose fault is that?”