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With shaking hands, he took the zipper of her dress and slowly lowered it. As each new inch of flesh was exposed, he grew harder behind his zipper. Never had he wanted a woman like he wanted Courtney. Everyone probably said that about a new partner, but with Courtney he was certain it was the truth.
He kissed her neck, then followed the zipper’s descent with his mouth. As goosebumps dotted her tanned skin, she shivered.
“Seth.” Her voice was weak with want, but it caused a surge of triumph in his veins. She knew who touched her. At least for now.
Rising behind her, he met her gaze in the mirror as he pushed her unzipped dress off her shoulders. The fabric caught on her breasts, so he slid his hands over the mounds and pushed it to the ground. She moaned and leaned against him, wiggling her ass against his crotch. When he groaned, a wicked smile curved her lips.
“You’re a naughty girl, you know that?” He kissed the side of her neck.
“Does that mean you’re going to punish me?”
He smiled against her skin. So she wanted to be sassy tonight. He liked it.
When the dress reached her ankles, he instructed her to step out of it. She kicked the garment aside and stood in front of him in a barely-there, lace thong and heels.
His dick throbbed. He wanted inside her, but he held himself back. Plunging inside her and giving her a ride that would leave them both exhausted sounded great. But it was temporary. He wanted Courtney to know she was his. . . maybe forever. He paused, waiting for the thought to scare the shit out of him, but it didn’t. He wanted Courtney for as long as she’d have him. If she’d give him forever, he’d sure as hell take it.
Sliding his hand around her hip, he slipped under the waistband of her panties and cupped her between her thighs. She gasped and tilted her hips, pressing her mound against his hand. He rubbed gently, knowing she’d need more. She rocked her hips, but no matter how much she tried to speed up his movements, he refused.
“Seth,” she panted.
He sucked at her neck. When her lids fluttered closed, he stopped. “Eyes open.”
They popped open, and she met his gaze in the mirror.
“Good girl,” he whispered against her throat, then rewarded her by slipping the tip of his finger insider her.
“Seth, please.” Her breathing was harder, frustration and desire fueling her.
Giving in, he slid his finger completely inside her, pumping in and out, then added a second. Taking her hand, he brought it to her breast, then squeezed it around the flesh. “Show me what you like,” he ordered.
She froze. “I . . .I don’t know what I like.”
He snickered. “Yes, you do. Just do what feels good.”
As he dropped his hand away, he half expected hers to follow. Instead, she kept her hand on her breast and pinched the nipple between her fingers. He continued sliding his fingers in and out, fingering the bundle of nerves deep within. Her inner muscles tightened around him, and her eyes drifted closed.
He stopped. “Eyes open.”
She swallowed and opened her eyes.
“Good girl,” he whispered.
* * *
How was it that every time Seth said ‘good girl’ in that gravelly voice of his, her core throbbed and her nipples tingled? They were just words, words she’d heard a thousand times. She’d even said them herself. But when Seth uttered them while locking his gaze with hers, she felt desperate—desperate for his touch, for his praise, for his love.
Her eyes widened, and she froze with her hand still resting on her breast. Love? No. She wasn’t desperate for Seth’s love. She didn’t want his love, or anyone else’s. She just wanted this. Her and Seth. Sex. Just a few days. Love meant commitment, which didn’t scare her as much as the realization that all commitments came to end. No matter how Seth might ever feel for her—because she was certain he wasn’t thinking about love now—he lived a dangerous life. If she gave her heart to him and something happened to him, she wouldn’t recover. Living through losing Kyle had wrecked her. And already she felt more for Seth than she had in those early days with Kyle. She could imagine loving Seth would consume her. And then, if something happened to him, losing him would destroy her.
“Hey.” Seth bit her neck. “Where’d you go?”
She blinked and shook her head. “Sorry. I just . . .” She couldn’t tell him where her mind had gone. She wanted Seth and what he could offer her. Tonight. “Keep doing what you were doing with your fingers.”
In the mirror, she watched him smile. He curled his fingers in a come-hither motion. Her core clenched and her knees threatened to give out.
“This?” He grinned.
The orgasm bearing down on her made answering him impossible. Instead, she nodded.
