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And he had a hunch that scared the hell out of her.
So he’d try his best to do as she asked, but—
“Forgot to pack your underwear?” she murmured, her gaze fixed on the one part of his body that desperately wanted to keep her on his side of the door. “You travel so much for work that I figured you had it down.”
He laughed. Travel for work? That was one way to look at his deployments to parts of the world most Americans would place dead last on their future vacation wish lists.
“I skipped the boxers—and the briefs—after our swim,” he said. “I hope you’re not disappointed.”
Her gaze met his. While his dick missed being her focal point, he liked the humor he saw in her big brown eyes.
“I’m crushed,” she said, her voice heavy with sarcasm. “I was planning to use your boxers as a pillow while I knelt down and took your cock in my mouth.”
“How about my shirt? Or a couch cushion? Hell, we could move to the chairs,” he said, quickly playing through every alternative. They could skip straight to plan Z as long as it ended with her lips wrapped around him.
“How about this?” Her voice was so damn sexy that his balls drew up, wishing to be closer to her. And yeah, she was clearly on the same page. She bent at the waist and lowered her mouth to his crotch.
“Jesus,” he said as she placed her hands on his hips. She wasn’t using him for balance despite the fact that her position looked like a picture out of a Blow Jobs for Yoga Instructors book. No, she was holding him in place. Like he would move away from the scene playing out in front of him.
“Place your hands behind your head,” she said, her lips close enough to lick the drops of liquid beading at the tip of his dick.
“Yes, ma’am.” He’d never uttered those words to a woman on the verge of rocking his world. But staring at the way Natalie’s back formed a long line, and shit, the way her legs remained stick straight, thrusting her ass up—he’d do just about anything to keep her here. So he raised his arms and interlaced his fingers behind his head.
“Do you dare me to make you come? To leave you screaming my name?” she challenged, rising up on her tiptoes as if she’d stepped into a pair of skyscraper heels. And the effect on her ass, thrust higher into the air—
“Yes.” He managed the one word through clenched teeth. Because if she didn’t take him into her mouth soon…hell, he might explode just from looking at her.
She ran her lips down his length, drawing him deeper and deeper into her mouth. His jaw clenched, but he kept his eyes open, focused on her.
“Seeing you like this,” he said, his voice rough. “I want to slide into you from behind. I want to take you right here, bent over the edge of the couch, then over the bed—”
Her tongue pressed against him as her mouth ran up and down, up and down…aw hell, he was on the fucking edge, primed to explode.
“Natalie, I’m dying—” He inhaled sharply, fighting to hold back and make this moment last. “I’m dying to run my fingers through your hair, hold tight to your head, and fuck your sweet mouth.”
She released his right hip and wrapped her hand around the base of his dick—a not-so-subtle reminder that she was calling the shots here. She maintained a firm grip on him as she moved her hand up to touch her lips.
“Fuck me,” he growled. He settled for pressing his fingers against his own skull, his hands still behind his head.
She owned this moment. And the way she touched him, her hand stroking him while she sucked harder and faster, the way she rocked back and forth on her tiptoes using her entire body to literally blow him away—she knew it.
He closed his eyes and surrendered. He wasn’t going to win this one. But shit, if losing felt this good—
“Natalie!” He roared her name. Hips pumping into her mouth, he came so damn hard his knees threatened to give out. But she didn’t let him go. The petite woman who’d driven him crazy from across the bar held tight and sucked him dry.
When she released his very grateful dick, he opene
d his eyes and fought to catch his breath. Jesus, he’d barely moved a muscle and was winded. Natalie stood up straight and placed her hands on her hips.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I should have warned you I was about to come. Give me a few minutes, and darlin’, I’ll make it up to you.”
He glanced at the bed. He wanted her flat on her back, hands above her head, while he pushed into her more than he wanted his next breath. And right now oxygen was pretty damn high on his priority list.
“No,” she said firmly. “We’re done.”
“Natalie.” He closed the gap between them and raised his hand to her breast. He brushed the dried chocolate paint off her nipple. One touch and his lower half shifted from I’m satisfied to Give me more. “This doesn’t end like this. Climb onto the bed and let me lick you clean.” She still seemed hesitant, but he had an idea how to tempt her. “And when you’re wet and ready, I want you to reach your arms up overhead and hold on. Grip the headboard, the sheets, just don’t let go until you come.”
“No.” She pulled away and quickly scooped her clothes off the floor.
