Can you get the fuck out of your own head and just enjoy the moment, fuckwit?

Hashtag priorities.

“This is more like it,” she said to his bare back, running her hands over the flexing muscles as he moved down the hallway toward his bedroom. She shoved her hands into his jeans. Just to check if he was wearing any boxers or briefs or if he was going commando.

Commando it was.

So, they had that in common.

He bounced her on his shoulder and she made a small ‘oof’ noise.

“Do you have to be such a pain in the ass?” he asked, shouldering his door open and sounding a little exasperated. Not that his exasperation made him any less interested in banging her brains out that she could tell. He hadn’t even told her to get her hands off his ass. She gave the firm cheeks a good squeeze while she was down there.

“Are you telling me this hurts?” she asked innocently, pretending to take his words literally.

Jake made that sexy growling noise again and then her hands were yanked away from his butt as she flew through the air, landing with a bounce on the bed. Her skirt wasn’t flowy, but it was very tight, and all the movement and her slightly spread legs had it riding up far enough to show off her garters and stockings. Like a homing beacon, his eyes dropped down to enjoy the view, and she swore they turned even brighter blue.

Smiling wickedly, Sharon spread her legs even more so that he could see straight up between her thighs to her freshly shaven pussy.

“Fucking hell, Sharon!” He looked almost shell-shocked as his eyes raked over her. Talk about being good for a lady’s ego. Especially since he’d been hell on her ego so many times since they’d met.

She preened under the positive attention, feeling more than a little smug.

Arching, she pressed her legs back together and stretched out, thrusting her breasts upwards as she let out a long, sensual sigh. Man, it was fun to tease. Flirt. Entice. Come on, you know you want me.

Captain Caveman pounced.

Hard body against hers, pushing her legs back open, hands coming down on either side of her head and caging her in, his eyes glittered above hers for a moment before his lips descended. Sharon slid her hands over his bare skin as she kissed him enthusiastically.

Oh man... her drunken memories did not do justice to what a good kisser he was. His tongue swept against hers as his body rocked, pushing her skirt up much higher so that the crotch of his jeans rubbed against her pussy. Sharon moaned against his lips as a hot shudder went through her.

She loved a man with a good throw down.