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“You’re fucking perfect.” His growl washed over her, warmer even than the fierce light in his eyes. “I wouldn’t mind you even fuller. When we get done here, let’s go out to eat.”
She didn’t expect to laugh while in bed with a man. Or that it could be so easy and natural. “Are you trying to fatten me up?”
“No. It’s dinner time. And we’re working up an appetite.” He traced the shell of her ear. “I want to feed you across the table and watch your lips work my fingers like they’re about to work my dick.” That light in his eyes flickered, then burned more strongly. “I hope.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Fried chicken,” he said without hesitation. “The crispy, golden, succulent kind your mama used to make—” He shut his eyes and swore. “I’m a damn moron.”
“No, you’re not. I’m glad you have good memories of her. I do, too. And I like talking about her.” Swallowing hard, she patted his thigh. “I haven’t had anyone to talk with about her in a while. Vic listens, but she’s so busy with wedding prep and Cory, and…well, I don’t want to bring her down.”
“Talking about your sweet mama can only lift her up.” The finger still toying with her ear caught in her hoop earring and tugged gently. “I miss her. But I see her in you. You smile like she did.”
“No, I don’t.” She shook her head quickly before he could see the flash of tears. “I’ve scoured my face, and I don’t look anything like her. I’m pale like she is. Was,” she corrected. “But that’s all.”
“It isn’t all. You have her mouth. When you smile, dimples flash right here.” He touched her cheek, and she met his gaze, shocked by the tenderness in his expression. Was this the same man who’d just blown her mind and nearly dirty-talked her into unconsciousness?
Now he was giving her pieces of her mama back through memories, good ones this time. And he wanted to take her out for fried chicken. Out in public, where the paparazzi or just gawkers could see.
Her eyes widened. “Isn’t that a little public for you? Next you’re going to suggest that we go to the wedding together.” Before he could make some comment about that never happening, she hurried ahead with a harmless fib to save face. “Don’t worry there. Dr. Pete won’t mind accompanying me.”
“Who the hell’s Dr. Pete?”
“He’s a vet. He offers services to the Haven Cat Rescue.” All true. The wedding bit, not so much. They were friendly enough, but they’d certainly never dated. Sure, Dr. Pete wasn’t called Dr. Hottie for nothing, but she wasn’t the type to mix business with pleasure.
And truthfully, she wasn’t attracted to him. Not like she was to Bryan, who was ten times hotter. And funnier. And sexier. And sweeter—
And he was ranting about something she totally hadn’t paid attention to while she lost herself in those bottle-green eyes of his.
“Huh? What?”
“Does he offer you services, this Dr. Pete?”
Indignation bloomed, and she forgot for a moment she’d been the one to go down this path. “What kind of services do you mean?”
“You know full well.”
“Dr. Pete is a perfect gentleman. You, on the other hand, are so far from it that you’re coming up from behind.”
His eyes narrowed. “Speaking of behinds, I think yours is crying out for a spanking.”
She nearly shivered. “Oh yeah? Too bad I’m busy right now.” Proving it, she brushed her mouth along his wet shaft, trying to ignore the flare of reaction between her thighs at tasting herself on the condom.
“Ah, fuck. Take it off. Please.” He said the word like it was equivalent to swallowing fire. “I want to feel your…God.”
She’d already been removing the latex when he made his request. She rubbed her cheek against his happy trail, inordinately pleased at the jump of his muscles. Then she returned to his cock, licking it up and down until he fisted his hand in her hair.
“Turn your head. Look at me.”
Complying, she rolled to the other side and gripped the base of his erection, drawing lightly on the tip while she gazed into his eyes. His cock jerked in her hold, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. She smiled and rose to her knees, letting her hair trail along his thighs before she parted her lips and drew him inside with a moan of pure appreciation.
“God,” he said. “I can’t watch you and not blow.”
She sucked him for a moment, taking him farther with each pass, finally pulling him free from her mouth with an audible pop. Kissing the head, she gave him a teasing smile. Even with the tension in his body pre-climax, the visible pain had eased from his features. She’d take a respite, temporary or not. Grateful that she could give him one, for a minute or an hour.
Like he’d done for her with the talk about her mama, without even knowing it.
She grinned. “Want the blindfold?”
