Free Game Plan by Karla Doyle

room had lights on, its door half closed. He pushed it open slowly. Andie stood, bare from head to toe, fishing through a drawer, several items of lingerie hanging from her wrist.
    “Put them all back. I want you just the way you are.”
     

Chapter Five
     
    His voice alone did things to her. Worked its way through her system like a stimulant, turning every nerve ending to high. She didn’t look at him directly, just let the panties and bras slide back into the drawer. Facing the mirrored dresser, she arched her back and leaned forward while applying lip gloss. In the reflection, his eyes traveled up and down her body, paying particular attention to her ass and the slight spread of her legs. Being naked didn’t bother her. Good metabolism ran in her family and she’d never lost sight of keeping fit. While she might not be able to compete with a hard-bodied twenty-year-old, she more than held her own in the over-thirty class. She maintained her figure for her sake and no one else’s. That Mason seemed to enjoy looking at it was icing on the double-fudge cake.
    The t-shirt went up and off. His hands moved to the fly of his jeans, took the zipper down slower than she’d have thought possible. God, she wanted to turn around. He hooked his fingers under the waistband and pushed. Denim and jersey went down together, leaving his cock free and ready. Head to toe, Mason was the finest specimen she’d ever had the pleasure of almost looking at. Even with his socks on.
    “Turn around,” he said, so she did. “Come here.”
    She did that too. As slowly as possible. Patience afforded her a better look than she’d have had launching herself across the room, as she wanted to do, so it was worth it. He had all these glorious muscles, not crazy big, but definitely the product of serious hours inside a gym. His chest had a small dose of short, brown hair and the tattoo she’d only seen a hint of under his ball jersey. A cross, and a detailed one, at that. Huh. That came as a surprise, given his vocabulary in the alley. Regardless, the tattoo only added to his hotness factor.
    She stopped in front of him, barely able to breathe or think with his naked body so temptingly close. She raised her hand and traced the ink work with the tips of her fingers, making him shudder.
    “You shiver and my nipples get hard,” she said.
    He slid his hands up her sides and cupped her breasts, thumbing the hard peaks. “Babe, they were hard before you even turned around.”
    “I’m pretty sure you were looking at my ass, not my nipples.”
    “I am an ass man, and yours is amazing, but it didn’t stop me from appreciating your beautiful tits in the mirror.”
    “I don’t think anybody’s ever called them that.”
    “Beautiful? That’s a sin.”
    She gave him a playful nudge. “No. The other part.”
    “Tits?” he asked as he started walking her backward. “Does the word bother you?”
    “No.” She expected to feel the bed at the back of her legs, but they passed it.
    “So it won’t bother you when I say I want to suck your tits?”
    “No, not at all.”
    He lowered himself into the reading chair by the bay window and pulled her between his legs. “What if I tell you I want to suck your beautiful tits in front of this open curtain? That while I’m sucking your tits, nibbling your perfect pink nipples, I’m going to rub my finger over your clit again and again, until you come, right here, where anyone on Paradise Ave can see. Does that bother you at all?”
    She shook her head, not trusting her voice to come out steady.
    “I’m gonna need to hear you say the words.” One finger began a back-and-forth motion, as promised. “Just to be sure.”
    Every window in the house was tinted. Mason wasn’t aware of that fact and she wasn’t about to spill. Standing naked at the glass always gave her a little thrill, even knowing nobody could see a thing. Standing here in front of Mason while he promised to do oh so good bad things made