“God, woman, you make me extra horny when you tell me what you like and what you want me to do,” he says quietly, and I look at him over my shoulder. “Really?” I straighten my back. “Really.” “We’re going to take a shower,” I state, edging to the bathroom, where I linger in the doorway and stare him in the eyes. “And later, I’m looking forward to sitting on your face, Colt.”
