Birthday Wishes - The List: Book 1 by Braxton Cole Read Free Book Online Page B

remember?"
    "I know, I know. Me , too. But. . ."
    "Can I think about it?" I already knew exactly what I thought about it. All my dirty fantasies went swirling down the drain with Luca's interest for more. Dammit. This was so seriously fucked up. Wasn't the woman supposed to beg for more while the man remained emotionally distant ? Apparently I was dating a girl. A really hot girl with sexy man parts and chiseled abs, but a girl nonetheless. Fuck my life.
    "Of course. I don't even know for sure what I want. Maybe just for you to say goodbye when you leave tonight?" He shrugged, uncertain, and I relaxed exponentially. Maybe this could still work. He didn't sound hell bent to rent a U-Haul any time soon.
    "I can do that." I nodded.
    "Good." He kissed me sweetly, then stood abruptly. His posture instantly shifted from uncertain to confident and demanding. His eyes were hooded and dark and so, so sexy. I sat a little taller, alert for what he would do next.
    "Now, I need you to strip." He spoke softly, his voice melodic and edged with steely promise.
    I whimpered, but totally forgot how to move. I stared at him dumbly, unable to keep up with his mood shift.
    He narrowed his eyes. "Now, Mari. I want you naked."
    Oh, shit. That was fucking hot.
    "Okay." I stuttered and worked clumsily through my buttons. I really, really wished I'd worn a T-shirt instead of the cute blouse with tiny pearl buttons that I'd fantasized about Luca opening with his teeth. I removed my shirt, then hesitated over the bra.
    "All of it."
    I hoped his curtains were closed, because I wasn't about to check. He got all authoritative and I got all kinds of wet and compliant. He wanted me naked, my clothes were coming off.
    I unhooked my bra and slid it down my arms. Before it joined my shirt on the floor, I'd already unzipped my fly. Luca stood back with his arms crossed and a half-smile on his face. I pushed my pants and panties down at the same time. Shit, they got caught on my shoes. There was absolutely no graceful way to step out of my clothes completely without removing my shoes first. Believe me, I've tried.
    His smile grew from half to whole as I struggled. Dammit. Why didn't I wear slip-ons? First the damn pearl buttons because I thought they looked sexy. Now the damn boots with the laces that went on forever. I gave up and sat on the couch. When the first boot finally slid off, I exclaimed, "Ha!" And felt immediately foolish.
    Luca smirked and my face flared red hot. In the future we'd have to discuss our plans ahead of time so I could be better dressed for the occasion. He was wearing a pair of goddamned sweat pants, for Christ's sake. It would take no effort at all for him to be naked. The thought made my heart beat just a little faster and I looked him up and down, evaluating the cut of his muscles, the way his pants hung low on his hips as though held up by a sheer act of will. Gravity would eventually win and then I'd get to stare at him the way he was staring at me. I lingered on his crotch, the outline of his cock obvious in the loose fabric. I licked my lips and his dick twitched and lengthened. It was official. I loved sweat pants.
    When I finally looked at his face again, his smirk was gone and his face was red to match mine. It was my turn to smirk. And, like a cosmic gift, my other boot came off without further struggle. I stood and stepped out of my clothes, finally naked as commanded.
    "Now what?" My voice came out breathy and deep, worthy of a porn star.
    He swallowed, his eyes focused on my breasts. The dark, hungry look he'd had when he told me to take off my clothes had been replaced with horny thirteen-year-old-boy eager. I wanted the forceful, demanding version of Luca back. I was willing to prompt it by being a little insubordinate. I gave a little shimmy to get his attention and my boobs shook. His eyes widened and I sighed in irritation. That had the opposite effect of what I wanted.
    "Luca?" I waved my hand to get his