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Oh, man. That was something she wanted to taste. But...
“We can’t have sex,” she whispered.
“Yeah. Absolutely. Let’s just... What?”
She smiled against his neck. “Well, we can. And quite easily, judging by how wet I am right now.” His throat clenched beneath her mouth as he choked on her words. “But we won’t. Not this time.”
“What?” he repeated, the word still a syllable of drowsy confusion.
She finally leaned back a little to look up at him. “I want to savor you, Walker. Don’t you think you deserve to be savored?”
“I... No? Or maybe. I don’t know what you mean.”
“Come on.” She tugged him toward his door. “I’ve waited a long time for this. I don’t want it all over in just a few minutes.”
“Hey, that’s not how it’ll be.”
She giggled and grabbed his hat off the floor. His door wasn’t locked, so she just led him through and tugged him over to the couch. “Come on. Let’s make out.”
Confused as he might be, he was delightfully cooperative. He dropped right onto the couch and reached for her. Charlie plopped his hat onto her head and straddled him.
“Make out, huh?” he murmured.
“Sure.” Her words got caught in her throat when his hands cupped her breasts, but she soldiered on. “When was the last time you just had some nice, innocent fun with a girl? Don’t you think it would be good?”
He smiled and thumbed her nipples. “Innocent? I’m not sure I can remember.”
“Mmm.” Eyes closed, she arched into his hands, loving the way her nipples got harder under his attention, as though her body wanted him to know it approved. As if they were showing off to reward him. She was actually glad now that they hadn’t done this in high school. Back then, she’d felt overwhelmingly inadequate about her body. Embarrassed by her lack of curves and her A-cup breasts. But now as he eased her shirt up, she helped take it off. His hat tumbled off her head. She hardly noticed.
Charlie didn’t try to hide behind her hands when he unclasped her bra. No. Now she opened her eyes and watched his face as her bra slid down her arms.
Yes, one thing she’d learned was that men liked breasts. Big or small, it didn’t matter to most. They just liked the round shape of them, and the hard, flushed nipples, and they liked to— “Oh,” she gasped as his mouth closed over one nipple and sucked. Yes, they liked that most of all. Sucking and licking and biting.
She groaned his name, egging him on, and he responded in the exact right way, sucking harder. His mouth drew pleasure through her body, pulling everything tight. He’d feel so good inside her right now. He’d feel so good she could barely comprehend that she wasn’t going to let him fill her up.
But she had a first-night rule. Not because she hesitated to put out. Not because she worried about her reputation. But because she’d found a night of making out was a good judge of a man’s skill in bed. Weeding them out before penetration kept her numbers low. Or lowish. She didn’t need love or even commitment to enjoy sex, but she did need a halfway decent chance that she’d leave satisfied. That was just logical.
Still working her with his mouth, Walker gripped her hips and pressed her down so she was snug against his cock. They both grunted slightly at the shock of pleasure.
“You really don’t want to have sex?” he asked, pressing his hips up.
She shivered at the way his words cooled her wet nipple. When he pressed his hips up again, she groaned. He was so hard for her. “No sex. But I do want to have a little fun.”
“Seems like a halfway decent time so far, but maybe I’m being led astray by the breasts.” He pressed a soft kiss to each one.
“Mm. Let’s make it even more fun.” She eased away, sliding backward to rest her weight on his knees. He didn’t try to stop her, he just watched, with what seemed like fascination, as she unbuckled his belt.
She got the first two buttons of his jeans open, then paused for a moment to enjoy the image of him with his dark blue shirt spread wide and his pants only half-fastened. His nearly black chest hair tapered down into a tantalizing trail that dipped beneath his briefs. “You are a fucking treat, Walker.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” He thumbed one of her nipples, making her suck in a breath. The slightest touch from him was enough to make her swoon. This was going to be fun.
She eased his shirt off his shoulders. When she opened the rest of the buttons of his jeans, she brushed her knuckles against the erection that strained at his dark gray briefs. “Mm. That’s nice.”
A dark laugh huffed from his throat. “Thanks.”
“You seem a little tense, though.”
“I am.”
