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“I’m sure about tonight.” He wasn’t, because two years without it naturally gave this first time of mutual sexual engagement a seriousness that would make any man wary, but Lilly was warm and fragrant in his arms and looking at him with those exotic eyes of hers. Looking at him as if he could hang the moon in the sky for her if only she asked.
And damn, he’d want to.
Yes, there was no backing away from her.
“If it makes you feel any better,” she said, “it’s been longer for me than two years.”
His brows flew toward his hairline. Lilly said she didn’t have a lot of time outside of work, but there had to be guys she met at the grocery store and the coffee line who tried like mad to get in there and win her favor. God knows, he would be one of them if he ran across her picking up her favorite croissants on Saturday mornings or her flat white on Fridays.
Her gaze drifted away from his and she concentrated on the cap of his shoulder, one small fingertip smoothing over it. “Also, it’s possible that I’m less than aggressive and…and accomplished in the whole doing it department,” she confessed then. “I, um, want to get that out there so you’re not disappointed.”
He said nothing and she glanced up, peeking at him through her tangle of sooty lashes. In the low light from the one reading lamp on the bedside table, he could see the pink color washing across her cheeks.
“No worries, sugar,” he replied finally, trying to keep the grin out of his voice. “In bed I’m a certified badass, assertive and demanding, so we should be just fine.”
She made a sound like a squeak.
“You be a good girl and just do as your told and we’ll both get our rewards.”
Her eyes flared wide at that and he surrendered to his laugh. “Are you truly this serious? Do you think this much all the time, Lilly?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Then I have a challenge,” he answered, lowering his voice. “To make it so that you can’t think at all.”
He recalled the lack of condoms and considered, briefly, calling down to the front desk to have some delivered. Figuring Lilly might cut and run at that and the ensuing delay, he urged her closer with one hand at her hip. He slid his leg between hers.
Then he kissed her, a delicate sip at her mouth that quickly turned ravenous. Damn, she did this to him, her taste, her pink little tongue turning him greedy and his hands hard. He clutched at her dress, yanking up the skirt with desperate handfuls so he could jerk the stretchy fabric over her head.
The action forced up her arms and he halted when the garment was tangled at her wrists. His gaze drank her in like this, at his mercy, and though he’d thought he’d been kidding her about being an assertive badass, her creamy limbs and heaving breasts brought out the animal in him. He drew in a harsh breath and lifted his gaze to her face, her mouth swollen, her eyelids half-mast.
“How many vowels are in the alphabet?” he asked, testing.
She blinked rapidly. “Five,” she said, after a moment. “Six if you count ‘y.’”
“Still able to think.” He twisted the material of her dress so it was tighter around her wrists. “We can’t have that.”
Her arms remained overhead as he slid down her body, burying his face between her breasts to breathe in the silken, perfumed flesh. He nuzzled there, even as she squirmed beneath his weight. Then he shifted to close his mouth over the delicate peak pressing through the thin fabric of her bra.
Instantly, her hips thrust upward, but he contained them by pushing down as he stroked and sucked, wetting her bra with his tongue so when he lifted his head her nipple stood high and stiff and her breasts quivered. He moved to the other side, giving that second sweet morsel his full attention, reveling in the feel of her trembling beneath him.
Little sounds came from her throat, half-moans and half-whimpers and he smiled against her soft breast, wanting to steep her in sensation.
Spoil her, he decided. That was his goal. Spoil her with kisses and caresses and make her mindless with need for him.
He sucked harder, and she bucked against him, making a newly urgent sound that ratcheted up his own lust. His cock was aching and he couldn’t help but press it against her thigh, rubbing there in short strokes.
