Can't Touch This (Can't Touch This #1)

She shivered as her thumb swirled around the top, no doubt feeling the throbbing excitement she’d put me in. “Wow, it feels bigger with nothing between us.”

“Je-sus, Vesper.” My head fell back as she squeezed.

She panted, “How quickly can you get naked?”

My eyes flared open. “Is that a trick question?” Tossing her off my lap and onto the couch, I stood up, kicked off my shoes, shoved my trousers and boxers down my legs, ripped them off with my socks, and then grabbed my t-shirt over my head.

Two seconds flat, I was in my birthday suit.

I smirked. “How’s that for speed?”

She laughed. “Impressive. But I should probably have told you to close the curtains first.”

My hands shot between my legs, hiding the piece of me that had no other worries but her. Sure enough, to my left the front windows leading to the street were wide open and the kitchen light to my right painted me in perfect silhouette.

“Goddammit.” But then…I didn’t care. If old busybodies wanted to see my bare ass as I plunged into this incredible woman, who was I to stop that subscription to a show better than Netflix?

I moved toward Vesper on the couch.

But she held up her hand before dropping it to her jumper and teasing me with the hem and a sliver of her bare belly. “If you think I’m getting naked for Mrs. Lesley across the street, you’ve got a screw loose.”

“Screw?” I laughed. “Yes, please. I accept your invitation.”

Her face darkened with lust as she sat on her knees and tore the jumper over her head, leaving her in a black tank and jeans. Her hands dropped to her waistband, teasing me like a demon with her zipper. “It is. If you close the curtains.”

“Christ, woman.” Keeping a firm hold on the stiff plank between my legs and doing my best to hide the twins, I stalked toward the window and made the mistake of looking down.

“Oh, shit.” I ducked to the left, wrapping myself in the lemon daisy curtains. “She saw me.”

Vesper giggled like a crazy moron on the couch. “Told you we didn’t want an audience.”

A raspy voice sailed up from the street. “Vessie? Is that you?”

I slapped my forehead with my palm as Vesper laughed louder and climbed from the couch to place herself squarely in the window—after all, she could.

She wasn’t naked.

“Hi, Mrs. Lesley. Out walking Gumball I see?”

“Yes, child. Nice evening for a stroll.” She cleared her throat while I hid in the yellow curtain. “Was that a man I just saw? A man with his twig and berries exposed?”

Vesper snorted, doing her best to control her mirth by plastering a sympathetic mask into place. “It was. Unfortunately, he’s my cousin.”

What?!

She drew a circle in the air by her temple. “He’s not all there, I’m afraid. He likes to get naked. It’s a problem.” She shot me a look, enjoying this way too much. The moment the town gossiper had vanished, Ves would be getting a whole lot of crazy with me punishing her.

I groaned as I pictured her on her knees and my cock in her mouth. Or better yet, her on her back and my face between her legs.

My hand lashed out to touch her hip, not caring if my dick was noticeable through the lemon cotton for Mrs. Lesley and her overly fat chocolate lab to see. “Goddammit, I can’t wait much longer.” I lowered my voice, hoping it was more of a seduction than a beg. “If you don’t get rid of her and come here, I’m gonna jizz on your curtains.”

Her eyes flashed to my cock as I fisted it in a death grip. My quads vibrated with the urge to come.

“Don’t you dare.” Her eyes narrowed. “I like those curtains.”

“Get rid of her then.”

A twinkle appeared in her gaze. “Or what?”