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Unlike previous lovers who’d always rushed to the main finale, Lex licked or sucked a certain spot then seemed to wait for her reaction. If she had a positive response, he attacked. Fucking assailed her pussy, going all-in with every part of his mouth—lips, tongue, teeth, even his fingers joined the strike. And when the raiding party found her clit, it was over. He conquered her. Fucking destroyed the last shreds of her control.

With a shout, she tensed then thrashed as the powerful orgasm shook through the entire length of her body. She’d never experienced a release that powerful before. Sighing, utterly content, she melted into the mattress, trembling with pleasurable aftershocks as he kept his mouth on her, slowly bringing her back down to earth.

If he was that good with his mouth, she couldn’t wait to see what his dick could do. Because her pussy was prepared for the ride of a lifetime.

Chapter thirteen

Lex used every piece of advice his friends had given him. He rejected the urge to fall into old habits from easy hookups, shelved his previous techniques, and paid close attention to what Summer wanted and needed.

Slow down. Hold eye contact. Breathe with her. Stay present.

There was that whole thing about making her feel cherished, too, but he still wasn’t quite sure what exactly that meant.

Summer responded to certain moves more than others, so that’s where he focused. Her soft mewls and ecstatic cries spurred him on, leading him along like a treasure map. And all those worries and nerves over whether he’d be able to perform? Gone. His dick was harder than it had ever been before. He couldn’t be more ready.

His plan was simple: Follow his friends’ tips, tune in to what she wanted and needed, make her forget all about the man who’d never been good enough for his Summer.

Possessive much, Battle?

Fuck yeah, he was. And it was time to lay claim on his woman. But first…

He was going to fuck the last name Holt right out of her.

Gently closing her thighs, he pressed a lingering kiss to her knee then slid away and off the bed. Moving over to his duffel bag, he reached inside. She kept her pretty brown eyes on him the entire time, and he saw so much in her gaze. More than just a satisfied lover. He saw curiosity, hope, longing. Something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Lex found what he was looking for and tossed the condom packet and bottle of lube on the bed. Her brows lifted and she sent him a smile. “Lube?”

He shrugged a shoulder, reached back and pulled his shirt off. “I like to be prepared.” But, really, it was more than that. “And I want you to be comfortable.”

Her eyes went comically wide before her gaze dropped to his crotch, where his erection threatened to rip through his zipper. “Something I should know?”

“Just that it’s there if you want it.” He undid his button, carefully lowered his fly, but left his jeans on.

She got up on her knees, her expression turning sultry, and crawled over. “You’re very thoughtful.”

Reaching out, she dragged her fingertips along his abs, appreciation flaring in her eyes, and a jolt shot to the back of his spine. He might be forty-six, but his abs still rivaled those belonging to a thirty-year-old, and he was damn glad for all the crunches he continued to do. Those caressing fingers hooked into the sides of his denim and boxer briefs, and she gave a sharp tug. His eager dick sprang free, lunging for her, and her eyes widened a fraction as she licked her lips.

“It’s been a while,” she murmured, “so I appreciate the concern.”

Before he could respond, her mouth closed over his cock. He groaned, the warm, wet softness surrounding his dick enough to drive him to the floor. Pressing his knees to the edge of the bed, he forced himself to stay upright as she wrapped both hands around his base and sucked.

“Christ,” he hissed, threading his fingers through her hair, hips lightly pumping. Had he died and gone to heaven? Maybe the gunman had taken him out down on the boulevard. If this was life after death, he had zero complaints.

Looking down at her, watching the way she worshipped his cock, his nostrils flared and his grip tightened in her hair. “Summer.” His voice sounded strained, rough, and he fought to catch his breath. If she kept this up, he was going to blow before they ever got started.

She glanced up, staring at him from beneath her long fringe of lashes as she continued licking and sucking the length of him. Teasing like the siren she was.

“I see summer in your eyes,” he rasped, pulling her up and tumbling them both back onto the bed. Maybe it sounded strange because her brown eyes were the shade of gingerbread. Maybe some people would think fall or winter made more sense. But not to Lex. He wasn’t focused on the color. More on the feeling they evoked.

Looking deeply into the swirling depths of her light brown eyes, he saw a forever summer—his favorite season—and it conjured all the things he loved about it: sunshine, sandcastles, extra long days, swimming, s’mores, boating, strawberries, scoops of ice cream, bikinis…

The thought of his Summer in a bikini, lying next to him on some tropical beach, just the two of them, nearly had him on the edge again. There would be time for that later. For now, he was on a mission to figure out how to make her feel as cherished as she deserved. And she deserved it all.

As much as he wanted to sink into her sweet depths, he reeled himself in, paced himself. But the freaking shirt hiding her from him had to go. He wanted nothing between them. Craved the feeling of her naked skin pressed to his.

Reaching for the shirt’s edge, he eased it up and off. Propping himself up on his elbows, he took a long moment to admire her. Soaked up all that soft, smooth skin. Admired her perfect breasts—not too big, not too small. She was breathing hard, chest rising and falling rapidly, and he couldn’t resist. Leaning down, he caught a rosy nipple in his mouth and sucked while his palm curved around her other breast. She moaned, writhing beneath him, and once again, he questioned whether he’d died and gone to heaven.

“Lex…” Her hand fisted in his hair and she tugged the strands hard. “I need you. Now.”