“Wrong.” I remove myself from her space and strip down, not making a meal of it like she did. I’ll make her sweat in another way.

I stand before her, naked, ready, and admire her admiring me. “It’s rude to stare,” I whisper when her eyes falter on my abdomen, making her shoot those huge pools of diamonds to my face.

I have her attention again. I need to keep it. Stop her questions building. I put myself back between her legs, leaning past her, my chest meeting hers. Our skin melds, sticks, slides as I unhook her bra and cast it aside, my nose invaded by her glorious scent. My ears invaded by her rushed breathing. Pulling back, I take some support from the edge of the counter, wedging my hands there, keeping her eyes as I lower my mouth to her chest.

She bucks, then sighs, her head falling back, and she slides her hands into my hair, holding me lightly so I can pass from boob to boob, nipple to nipple, rolling my tongue slowly as she makes the most incredible sounds. I lick the length of her torso and slip my fingers into the side of her knickers. “Lift,” I say quietly, dropping a kiss on her chin. She complies immediately, making my task easy. “I’ll be back.” I drop her knickers to the floor and take a moment to drink in the perfection of her naked body on my kitchen counter. “I’m a bit peckish.” I head to the fridge and collect my tools, feeling her eyes on my back. I turn, my hands full. She’s in a trance. “Enjoying the scenery?”

She blinks herself back to life and diverts her stare as I shake the can of squirty cream, taking it to my mouth and releasing some.

“And that’s a staple food in your world?”

This should be a staple in everyone’s world. Along with peanut butter. And chocolate spread. “Absolutely.” She’ll agree with me when I’m done with her. Putting myself back where I should be, I shake the can and tap her chin. “Open.”

The sight of her pink, wet tongue nearly has me abandoning my plan. Nearly. This is going to be heaven. I lift the can to her lips and squirt cream into her mouth, smiling when she licks it up. She slowly leans back. I lazily skate my eyes over her flesh.

“Do your worst, Mr. Ward,” she says, happy with my plan.

I grin. Heaven. “This might be a little cold.” I give her no time to prepare, releasing the cream, starting just shy of her chin and finishing at the apex of her thighs, relishing the expansion of her chest. Perfect. I squirt a little more on her pussy. So perfect. I lick my lips, stand back, and take in my handy work.