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I opened my mouth. “Marj—”
She touched two fingers to my lips. “Stop. Don’t say anything. Just make love to me, Bryce. Please.”
Chapter Thirty–One
Marjorie
He was thinking about walking away. I could tell by the tension radiating off him, the look of painful determination in his eyes.
No way.
No way was I letting him go. Not until I’d given his body the same treatment he’d bestowed on mine. A tiny part of my mind flew to the scar on my upper thigh.
No. Can’t ruin this moment.
“Marjorie…”
“Please,” I said urgently.
He sighed. “I want to more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
“Then do it. I want it too. Take off your clothes, Bryce. Let me touch you.”
Finally, he stood and began to disrobe. First his shirt, too damned slowly, his fingers unbuttoning each button as if it were permanently attached. Finally, he parted the two halves of his shirt, and I beheld his chest and abs, tan and muscled with light-brown hair scattered over his pecs. His nipples were a coppery color, and they looked delicious. I slid my tongue over my bottom lip as my mouth watered for a taste of him. He slid the shirt over his shoulders, baring them in their broad glory, and tossed it to the floor.
I stood. I couldn’t help myself. I had to touch that marvelous flesh. I skimmed my fingers over his shoulders, relishing their muscled tautness. I trailed my hands over his chest, fingering his nipples that hardened further under my touch. I couldn’t help a slight smile.
Yes. I affected him as much as he affected me.
I continued down his abdomen, touching each indentation of his six-pack. So beautifully masculine and perfect.
Then, I smoothed my fingers over the trail of sandy hair leading to…
I grabbed his belt buckle.
His hand covered mine, stopping me.
“Let me,” I said. “Please.”
He moved his hand away with a sharp intake of breath, sighing. “Okay.”
I smiled again while I unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. His bulge was covered by his light-green boxer briefs. Light green, except for a darker pearl-sized spot. I wet my lips and slid the jeans and boxer briefs over his hips quickly.
His cock sprang out at me, the tip glistening. I glided my tongue over it to lick up the wetness.
He sucked in a huge breath. “Damn.”
“You didn’t think I’d let you go without giving you a taste of your own medicine, did you?” I teased.
I slid my lips over his cockhead and sucked gently.
Another swift intake of breath.
He tasted of salt and man.
And I wanted more.
