Her pupils flared but she held it together enough to adopt a thoughtful expression of her own. “Sounds sensible.”
He held himself in as he watched her slip out of her cute tee-and-trouser combo. Damn, her breasts were magnificent—big, luscious, ripe. As for the narrow waist that flared to the feminine hips? Enough to bring a man to his knees. And she’d taken care to leave a small thatch of pubic hair for him to enjoy, like a little bow on that hot present of her sex. He couldn’t wait to dive into it.
He ripped out of his clothes in record time, strode to the bed, and stretched out on her comforter. He was so tall his feet hung over the edge. She giggled at his predicament as she crawled onto the bed beside him, but that little laugh died as she glanced up his body and saw the size of his aching cock.
“Where do you want me to start?” she asked.
Gritting his teeth, he rolled onto his stomach, offering his back, shifting to ease the awkwardness of his erection. Best to throttle back or he’d come in a nanosecond. So not happening. “I’m taking advantage of you, you realize.” Hell, he so was.
“It’s my choice.”
He looked back over his shoulder and saw her brush her hair back behind her, saw the determination, the small smile of confidence. She inhaled deeply and settled her hands on his back, gently running her palms over his muscles, which twitched at her ministrations. He inhaled, trying to ease up the edginess within. He wanted her hands all over him. Truth? He wanted to flip her over and fuck her right this second. But he fought to calm himself and give her a chance to explore. After all, he’d been lecturing on patience just the day before.
He turned his head to the other side and focused on the corner of Abbi’s apartment. He saw something that looked like work papers next to an open bag filled with…
No way.
Chapter Eleven
“But yes, ‘take charge’ and be a little bit aggressive—men like that best in bed.”
“What’s this?”
Oh dear Lord, she thought she’d hidden everything that might be remotely embarrassing. She’d spent a couple hours doing that last night after she’d been unable to sleep. The Lego collection had been the first to go—sorted in total OCD fashion into color, size, and set. Her 3-D printing gear had quickly followed suit.
Now she watched as Joe reached out with his outrageously long arm and scooped up the bag she’d dropped by her bed on Saturday after getting home from the spontaneous shopping spree with Nadia. She’d been so busy trying to get her nerdy stuff off the table and hidden in the new baskets that she’d completely overlooked Nadia’s bag of test products sitting on the floor under the small bedside table.
He chuckled and rolled onto his back to look up at her. “These are the sex toys from your desk at work.”
She cleared her throat. “Possibly.”
“Have you used any?” He tipped out the contents of the bag on her bed in front of her. “No, look at that, all still pristine in their sealed packaging.”
“Nadia gave them to me,” Abbi half mumbled. “Stuff like this gets sent to the magazine all the time.”
“She’s a really good friend, isn’t she?” Joe poked through the items.
“Yes.”
“This looks interesting.” He quirked his eyebrow.
Abbi glanced at the ball gag and couldn’t repress her shiver.
He laughed and swept the toys back into the bag. “I think I should take possession of these and bring them out a bit later.”
She didn’t think she’d ever want to use some of those toys.
He dropped the bag back down on the floor and touched her chin with his finger. “Are you ready?”
Ready? That was an understatement. “Just call me Ever-Ready Abbi,” she joked lamely.
“I know.” He laughed as he leaned close.
She swatted him but he grabbed her hand.
“You’re asking for it,” he warned.
“You’re not into spanking.”
He shook his head. “I think I’d prefer to see you suffer in other ways.”
Pleasure spurted through her, mingling with relief. She didn’t think pain was her thing. “Such as?”
His eyes gleamed. “You’ll see.”
“You’ve always been good at this, haven’t you?” she asked half an hour later, so dazed she couldn’t think better of it before asking.
He levered himself up on his elbows and looked down at her, mild confusion creasing his gorgeous features. “At what?”
“Making this easy.” She shrugged. “Keeping things fun and light and good.”
“By ‘things’ you mean sex?”