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She put a hand on his chest, not moving. Simply touching. “I was hoping you would be old and fat,” she said.
After a shocked second, he burst out laughing. “Sorry to disappoint you.”
“I’m not disappointed. Not exactly. In fact, right now, I’m glad to see that you’re still a stud.”
“I appreciate the compliment.” He smiled against her hair, inhaling her scent...remembering.
“But, Farris...” She paused.
“Yes?”
“When you took off your robe, you weren’t, um...”
“Hard?”
She nodded.
He exhaled, searching for the right answer. The diplomatic response. He couldn’t tell her that the thought of his ex-wife in bed with another man destroyed him. “I’ve been awake for almost twenty-four hours. It’s no reflection on you, Inkie. Trust me, I’ll be good to go when it’s time.”
Without warning, she took him in her hand, squeezing carefully. “I’m pretty sure it’s time, Mr. Quinn.”
The gentle teasing left him floundering. How had he ever thought they could have an impersonal fuck? This was the woman he had given his heart to...pledged his life to... Just because things were different now didn’t mean he could treat her callously.
As she stroked him, his erection flexed and thickened. Quite painfully, in fact. He groaned when India used her fingernails on his balls. A shudder racked him from his scalp to his toes as white-hot pleasure flamed at every spot she touched.
“Wait,” he gasped. “Slow down.”
But apparently India was not in a mood to take orders, at least not from him. Before he could help her, she had stripped out of her pajama top and shimmied the bottoms down her shapely legs. Her panties sailed through the air.
“We’ll need a condom,” she said, the words entirely without inflection.
He rolled to his side and jerked open a drawer. Did latex go out of date? “These may not be any good,” he said.
India froze for a moment. A tiny frown creased the area between her brows. “I’m on the pill,” she said, the words flat. “The condom is only a backup.”
Farris ripped open the package and dealt with the protection. Having India watch him made the act more intimate, more arousing. When he was ready, he rolled on his side to face her. She had assumed the same position.
Someone should paint her like this, he thought hazily as his brain turned to mush. The feminine curve from her hip to the valley at her narrow waist was poetry. Her pale-skinned breasts with raspberry tips beckoned him. He put a hand on her thigh. “I don’t want to rush this,” he said.
India took his hand and placed his palm over the place where her heart raced. “I’m not sure slow is an option.”
He felt the thuds of her beating life force, wondering if she was half as excited as he was. Had he known when he invited her to come to Wyoming that this would happen? Had India herself had any inkling?
Humans were remarkably good at self-deception.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” He watched her face, seeking any sign of uncertainty. He had plenty of faults, but he wouldn’t coerce her.
India’s sudden smile was as surprising as it was sweet. Her hazel eyes with the intriguing mix of colors were clear. “Quit worrying, Farris. Your conscience can rest. We’re using each other for mutual satisfaction. No harm, no foul.”
She eased onto her back, her mocking expression urging him on. Hell, he didn’t need a signed consent form. India wanted him. And she wasn’t bothering to hide it.
Before he entered her, he slid two fingers between her legs, tested her soft warmth. Her sex was slick and hot. When he touched her most sensitive spot, her keening cry nearly made him come.
It was clear she was ready.
Slowly, he moved over her and settled between her thighs, feeling a rush of emotion that clogged his throat. Danger. Danger. Her eyelids fluttered shut. He didn’t like that. Was she fantasizing about someone else?
He positioned the head of his erection and pushed slowly. The feeling of being encased in a snug caress made his vision go black. Everything in him centered on his aching sex. But he wasn’t so far gone that he forgot to give her the agreed-upon pleasure.
