When the confidence of his mouth took over the angle of the kiss, and his hands slid up to start pulling pins from her hair, she guided his hips back to start unbuckling his belt.
“Am I getting lucky on the stairs?” he panted against her mouth.
She ripped open the buttons of his jeans and slid her hand inside to tighten her fist around him. When he groaned, she grinned, Lyla loved pleasuring him, teasing him, being with him.
Kissing him again, she shook her head, rubbing their lips together as she did. “I am.”
“Perfect,” he grumbled.
A and a breath later he yanked his pelvis from hers and rose to push her legs together.
“Trick—”
“Shh,” he said and put his hands up her skirt to pull her panties down her legs.
When he had them off and hooked around his thumb, he kissed her once and
