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He straightened and grinned down at me, his mouth still wet. “You didn’t think that was all, did you?”
I laughed, my chest heaving with exertion and the need to find oxygen. “Nope. That was just the qualifiers, right?”
He nipped at my inner thigh. “I’ve been dreaming about this pussy since the first day you told me off. There’s probably something wrong with me.”
“The only thing wrong is that you waited this goddamn long to get me horizontal.” I rested my black socked foot against his shoulder and pushed him back. “Now show me what you’ve got.”
He nuzzled his beardy chin against my ankle. “Cute socks, Mace.”
I glanced over at the black cat socks with a shrug. “Love me a good pair of cat socks.”
He scraped his blunt-tipped fingers down my inner thighs before swiping his thumb through my drenched folds to find my clit once more. As large as his fingers were, they were achingly accurate. “You’re sure about this?”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes back into my head and snap my legs closed over his hand. Sensitive didn’t cover it. My lingerie drawer wasn’t the only thing with cobwebs. “Not that I don’t love a man who is willing to give head with no reciprocation, but get that cock suited up. I’m not done with you either.”
He tipped his head back. The hair of his beard was tightly groomed, but a line of shadow snaked down to whorl around his Adam’s apple. “Christ, what am I doing? My daughter’s in the next room.”
“Pretty sure parents across the Cove have done the same thing.” I sat up and reached for him, giving his rock-hard length a good stroke. “It had to happen here.” I nipped his lower lip. He taste
d of me. “Unless your horndog of an employee got down and dirty in here, I damn well should be christening it. We should be christening it.”
He groaned into my mouth, our tongues tangling. “Fucking hell, Mace. You never say anything I’m ready for.”
I arched a brow and swiped the perfectly silky head of his cock through my wetness. “Damn right.”
He kissed me hard and dug into his pocket.
I teased him along my entrance. “Hurry up. I need this inside me.”
“Jesus.” His warm breath burned my tongue along with the nip of his sharp teeth.
My face was going to be all beard-burned, but I didn’t even care. I cupped the surprisingly soft hairs on his cheek and scraped my nails through the shorter, trimmed ones around his chin. I licked around his lips, getting a more thorough mix of myself and his unique taste.
I moved to nibble on his ear. “You’re going to wear me home tonight, Gideon.”
“I’m never going to wash you off. You taste fucking perfect.”
I swirled my thumb around the head of his cock and leaned back enough to watch him. “Should I take a taste of you too?”
“Sweet fuck, you’re going to kill me.”
I slid closer to him, shivering as I drew my pussy along the lower part of the shaft of his dick. “What a way to go.”
He stepped back, slapping his wallet on the bar. He gripped the lip of the bar on either side of me as he bowed his head. “Give me a second.”
I slid my fingers through his hair to cradle the back of his skull. “What’s wrong, Gideon?”
“You’re going to kill me and I want to enjoy the first stroke inside that perfect pussy. Not blow my load like a goddamn bottle rocket.”
I laughed against the crown of his head. His scent had sunk into me already. It really didn’t matter how it went from here on out, this was perfect. Right now, if he was a two-pump-chump, I wouldn’t hold it against him.
Then he locked his gaze with mine as he rolled the condom down his length. “At least I’m slick with you inside this rubber.”
My heart rolled and flipped in my chest. Then he was there, between my legs. He yanked me to the edge of the bar so my ass was barely on it before he slowly, effortlessly, invaded the last part of me.
He’d already chased me in my dreams.
He’d already haunted my endless insomnia-fueled nights.
