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“I have to stop,” he replied almost regretfully. “I need to be inside you.”
She moaned as she felt his finger slide into her. “Okay, that’s convincing.”
He chuckled, his breath against her private flesh. “I’ll make it up to you,” he said as he sat up and began to strip his clothes off.
She lay back and watched as he tugged his shirt off. He had the kind of chest and abs that she’d always thought were only a product of Photoshop. “I finally understand why women would pay to watch a guy take his clothes off. Keep going.”
Arching his brow, a devilish tilt to his mouth, he slowed down and ran his hand down his torso, right into his pants.
She gasped involuntarily, feeling herself blush. Even still, there was absolutely NO WAY she was averting her gaze.
“Like this?” he asked, his voice sinfully hot.
She watched the play of his hand hidden by fabric. She bit her lip, torn between her old ways and asking for what she wanted.
Her old ways got her a divorce and a job she hated. Jamie was right—she needed to try something new. “Let me see,” she demanded, barely recognizing her own voice.
His smile was pure sex as he pushed the rest of his clothing down. He sat to pull them off his legs before he came to kneel between her legs again, his hand cupping himselfright there.
It was mesmerizing, the way he touched himself. Her fingers twitched with the need to touch him too, torn between wanting to watch and wanting to learn.
Wanting to learn won out. She kept her eyes glued on the way he squeezed and caressed so that she could try all that on him later.
He moaned again, his hand tugging hard on his balls. He exhaled heavily and then reached for the bedside table. Opening the drawer, he pulled out more condoms than she’d ever seen at one time. “Optimistic?” she asked, surprised.
“Practical,” he replied with a grin. He ripped open a wrapper and began to slide it onto himself. “Are you wet?”
She blushed again and nodded. She felt like she was soaked.
He leaned over her, propped on his palm, next to her shoulder. With his free hand he took her hand and pressed it right between her legs.
“Oh my gosh,” she moaned, closing her eyes.
“Are you embarrassed or turned on?” he asked in an amused, sex-drenched voice.
“Both.” She wiggled, trying to both get away and move closer, as he moved her finger back and forth against herself.
Then he lifted her hand and she felt him put it into his mouth.
Her eyes flew open on a gasp.
He watched her with a faint smile curving his lips as he licked and sucked. She could tell he knew everything she was feeling, and by virtue of that, some of her embarrassment faded, leaving behind just the desperate need to have him inside her.
“Definitely wet,” he said. Then a devilish look lit his blue eyes. “And delicious.”
She covered her eyes with her free hand. “You’re embarrassing me on purpose, aren’t you?”
He laughed low as he settled over her, his hand between them guiding the head of his erection against her opening. “You’re adorable.”
She peeked through her fingers. “That’s not very sexy.”
“On you it is.” With a thrust of his hips, he pushed himself into her just a tiny bit.
She arched up at the sensation. It was like nothing she’d ever felt. Even barely inside her he felt hot and enormous and utterly wonderful. “Yes.”
He dropped down, most of his weight on his arms, and kissed her neck. “More?”
“Yes.”
