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He wiggled his brows. “Good answer.” Jeff stepped forward. “You can touch, but only for a moment. I want you too much to wait much longer.”
Jeff didn't usually speak his mind, but she liked that he was willing to now. “The same goes for when I take off my top.”
He laughed. “That’s not how this works.”
What did that mean? All Blair was certain of was that she’d like—or rather she’d love—what he had planned.
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
Jeff usedall of his self-discipline not to allow his teeth to sharpen. Making love to Blair in the daytime had been a miscalculation on his part. It wasn’t as if there were any blackout shades on the windows, and he wasn’t sure what he would do if she noticed his beard suddenly sprouting.
He moved closer to the bed. Instead of Blair reaching up and dragging her hands down his chest, she stood and planted her palms on his pecs. When she licked her lips and moaned, he nearly lost it.
Then she had the audacity to quickly squeeze his pecs and run a finger straight down his treasure trail. When she reached the waistband of his jeans, she quickly unsnapped the button. Just as she was about to lower the zipper, he caught her wrist. “Not yet.”
“Oh, no? What do you have in mind instead?”
“This.” He picked her up and tossed her on the bed. With deft fingers, he unbuttoned her shirt to expose a fuchsia-colored bra. “You tease.”
She grinned and his cock turned even harder. “I was hoping you’d like it.”
“I do.” Jeff mentally pumped a fist, knowing that she had planned this little seduction—or so he wanted to believe. He might have been skeptical had she not told Zane that she was interested in him too. “Let me see the rest.”
“Oh, no you don’t. You first. I want to see if…you know.” Blair's eyes widened.
He nearly guffawed. “You want to see if I’m big enough?”
She lifted her chin. “Are you?”
He didn’t know what kind of game Blair was playing, but he liked it, partially because all the chit-chat helped calm his inner wolf. “You need to be worrying if I’ll fit.” Or rather he should be worrying. Blair was his mate, and if he didn’t make love to her soon his wolf might show himself.
“Funny. Show me,” she challenged.
He didn’t know what his best friend told her, but he’d never had a complaint in that department. In a flash, he took off his pants and kicked them to the side. And yes, like Zane, he went commando.
Her intake of breath was all he needed to know.
“You’ll do,” she said with some difficulty.
“I'm happy that I meet the Blair Gibson standard.”
“I didn’t say that. I need to touch it first to make absolutely sure.”
She was trying to kill him. “Not until you’re naked.”
Blair leaned back on her elbows, clearly enjoying this game they were playing. Normally, Jeff was the type to be a bit more aggressive, but Blair had been through a lot, and he didn’t want to hurt even one hair on her body.
Her seductive pose was an invitation to take off her clothes. “As pretty as the shirt is, it has to go.”
“Then take it off.”
He’d never seen this flirtatious side of Blair before, but he really liked it. “Sit up.”
When she did, Jeff straddled her and lowered the silky material down her arms. Before he could remove it fully, she slipped her hands out of the sleeves. That made the next item of clothing easier to take off.
Before he did though, Jeff leaned over and licked the spot right above her bra cup. Blair moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Kiss me,” she demanded.
He would never turn down that invitation. This time when their lips touched, fire streaked down his body. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her close, loving the feel of her breasts—covered though they might be—on his chest. His imagination went wild picturing everything he wanted to do with her.