I bend to his soft lips, pressing my own against his without thinking. Warmth stirs as he kisses me, and I rock against his growing desire. His large palms circle my ass, guiding me. Then with one grunt, my body is airborne. His fingers dig in, holding me up, and my legs wrap around his sides.

“Woman, you don’t have any coverings on any of these windows. And they open onto the street. What are you thinking?”

His heavy footfalls resonate through the apartment.

“They’re expensive. That’s what I’m thinking. Have you priced window treatments? Each month, I tackle a house project on my list.” He reaches my bedroom and kicks the door closed. “At least I have them in my bedroom.”

I bounce on the bed when he drops me unceremoniously on the mattress. With one hand, he lifts the bottom of his shirt and pulls it over his head. Bloody hell. He’d be so damn popular on Instagram. I reach forward, fingering the ridges of his stomach and the swirl of black curly hair while gazing at the curves of his pecs. His body qualifies as a postmodern work of art.

“Didn’t you say you’re hungry?”

“I am.” He smiles again, and the serious, stern man dissipates. Both his hands grip the sides of my shorts. With one fluid movement, my shorts and panties are over my ass, down my thighs and calves, and over my feet.

“No, sir.” I shake my head to emphasize my point. “If we’re doing this, this time I get my way with you.”

“Is that so?” He full-on grins.

“Yes. Do you know how many military men I’ve been with?”

His eyes narrow.

“You don’t want to guess, do you?” I can’t help but grin right back at him.

“Not something I want to think about.” I crawl forward, my bottom completely bare. My hand clutches his waistband.

“Off.” I raise my eyebrows for emphasis. “I’ve been with no man with your build. Most grad students don’t look like this.” I wave my hand over him, then let it rest lightly on his abs and glide down his happy trail. His stomach muscles flex in response, and I grin up at him, then point at my headboard. “On the bed. Now.”

He drops his shorts to the ground. My gaze falls to one impressive erection. Sweet lord, the man is smoking. Lust pools between my legs. I sit back on my ankles as he climbs up on the bed, his back on the pillows. The temptation to grab my phone and snap photos is high because he is quite simply unbelievable.

“You’re going to like my bed,” he tells me.

“Why is that?” My hands flatten on his thighs, my mouth inches above his groin.

“I have a big—” I raise a singular eyebrow once more in question. He smirks. “Bed.”

He chuckles, but any trace of humor evaporates when my thumb smears the pre-cum pooling on his tip. My tongue laps up from his base, over a thick vein, and his eyelids flutter. My lips cover him, taking him in, and he sucks in air. He tastes salty. I lick up his shaft once more, take him in my mouth, and suck. He tilts his head back and closes his eyes.