Page 29 of Worth the Wait


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“Be as greedy as you want, babe. I love making you come.”

“Then do it again.” With her free hand, she reached for one of the condoms he’d tossed on the bed. “Fuck me any way you want. And that’s not the gin talking, it’s me. Because I want to do everything with you.”

Only a crazy man would turn down that request. Crazy, he was not. Except for the part where he was crazy about Leigh.

He took the packet from her hand and ripped the foil. The seconds it took him to get sheathed were the longest of his life. Rolling Leigh onto her back, he dipped down for a kiss. Slid his tongue into her mouth while gently stroking between her legs.

Everything about her was soft. Her lips. Her skin. Her moan as he circled her clit with enough pressure to push her toward climax, but not tip her over.

“Please,” she said, tilting her hips higher.

“Please what?” He loved teasing her almost as much as he loved satisfying her.

“Please fuck me and make me come.”

“With pleasure.” He scooped one limber leg over his shoulder and slid into her hot, welcoming body.

In perfect sync, she arched, angling to take all of him.

Balls deep, he rolled his hips, watching her face, her curves. Beautiful, every inch of her. But when her lips parted and her body trembled, he knew he’d found the spot. Over and over, he rocked into her, hitting that magic place.

Her eyelids fluttered closed. Body trembling, nipples so hard, they begged to be pinched. Head turned to one side, she bit her bottom lip. So close to coming but not quite there.

He needed to watch her go over. To see her lose control because of him. He leaned in, pushed impossibly deeper. Slid his hand between their bodies and rubbed her clit.

Her throaty moan filled the bedroom as she bucked beneath him, grabbed at whatever parts of him she could reach and pulled him closer, harder, deeper.

That’s all he needed. All he could take. Heat roared up from his balls as he unloaded, rutting on her like the desperate, wild beast she’d made him. “Fuuuck…”

If he could’ve stayed there, inside her, on top of her, all night, he would have. Since he wanted her alive, he rolled off when her panting turned into gasping for breath.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.”

“Me?” Her smile could’ve lit up a city block, but it was all for him. “I didn’t even do anything tonight. All I did was lay there and have mind-blowing orgasms.”

“Fucking sexy, like I said. Watching you come is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Emotion flickered in her soft gray eyes as she reached up to stroke his jawline. “Thank you.”

He’d always liked how well she accepted compliments. Hell, he’d always liked everything about her. That became truer with every minute they spent together. Made him want more minutes with her, maybe even a lot of minutes. Definitely more minutes like they’d just shared. As many of those as possible.

But first, they needed refueling. “I still owe you a real dinner. Want to get dressed and go out?”

Her gaze drifted to the bedside clock, then back to his face. “It’s kind of late.”

“It’s only ten o’clock. Even Cinderella got to stay out until midnight.”

“Cinderella was significantly younger than me,” she said, laughing, then poking him in the chest. “So are you.”

“You worry about numbers too much.”

“I’m not worried. Worrying is about a lack of control. I’m very much in control of all the numbers in my life. My business, my mortgage, Lennox’s college fund.” Her animation increased with each thing she ticked off on her fingers. “My caloric intake, how much sleep I get.”

He captured her hands. “I think organization turns you on more than I do.”

“Itisvery stimulating,” she said, smiling up at him with mischief in her eyes.

“Challenge accepted.” He dropped a kiss on her smiling mouth, teased his tongue between her lips. A couple of seconds was all it took to coax a needy hum from his numbers-infatuated beauty. And take his cock to full standby.

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