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His question had penetrated the fog of lust.
“Um…” Licking her lips drew his attention there. “I tried last night, and it didn’t…I couldn’t.”
“You’re so pretty when you blush.”
His words just made her flush more. Curse of the redhead.
His lips came down over hers again, kissing them apart and thoroughly ravishing her.
Soon his hand trailed downward, the knuckles brushing against her hips, and running a teasing path along the waist of her jogging pants. When his palm slid lower, beneath the material, she couldn’t help the way she arched against him, eager for more.
When he cupped her mound, he whispered against her cheek, “Is this red too?”
Nodding, she swallowed before attempting to force words from her throat. “Yes. But darker.”
“One day soon, I’ll see, but for now, is this okay?”
Her chin moved up and down. “Please.”
“Don’t worry, sunshine, I’m going to take good care of you.” His fingers trailed further, slipping through her wetness. “Did you touch this sweet little pussy last night? Did you pretend it was me?”
“Yes.” Closing her eyes, she felt her hips roll.
The tip of one finger bumped her clit.
She gasped, and he did it again.
“Right there, huh?”
This time she couldn’t answer, instead she nodded once.
He continued to strum her gently with long, measured strokes until she was damn near breathless. Something inside her was building, much like it had last night, when she’d tried to get herself to orgasm, and the closer she got, the harder she prayed he wouldn’t stop.
She jumped when he pinched her clit between two fingers.
He smiled against her skin. “So sensitive.”
Lower, his fingers traveled until he circled her entrance, before pushing a single finger in with such deliberate, unrushed ease, she wanted to scream. Instead, a whimper slipped out.
His forehead rolled against the wall next to her shoulder, as he let out a guttural groan that her body responded to on a primal level.
“You’re so fucking tight, and you’ve kept this pussy safe and warm just for me.”
“Yes,” she moaned, her hips bucking.
“For me.”
She felt his gaze on her and looked at him. His eyes were dark and intense, heated and smoldering. Raising her hand, she cupped his cheek. “For you.”
As though her words unleashed him, he pounced, his kiss crushing her lips as his finger drove in deeper.
For moments they stayed like that, lips locked, his finger working slowly, but steadily inside her, creating a rhythm that had her rocking and grinding against his hand.
Her fingers sunk into his hair, holding his head in place for her open-mouthed kiss.
Something was building within her.
When he pulled his mouth from hers, he asked, “How about a second?”
