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“Just checking.”
“I bought a love spell tincture from her once.” I took another experimental sip as he coughed. “Don’t worry. I don’t have it with me to sprinkle in your boxers.”
“Boxer briefs,” he corrected absently. “Did you use it on anyone?”
“No. I used it on me to up my attractiveness.”
“Uh, you do not need to do that. If you were any more attractive, it’d be criminal.”
Warmth spread along my breastbone and it wasn’t from the tea. Which actually didn’t taste that bad once you got used to it. “Why tea?”
“It’s relaxing and anti-inflammatory. Promotes healing.”
“Sexual healing?” I asked playfully.
“I bought those condoms for you.” He blew out a breath. “I mean, to use with you. After you left. I went to the drugstore and bought them foolishly, even though you’d walked out and even though I promised not to touch you.”
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. Granted, condoms weren’t the same thing as a bouquet of flowers, but for God’s sake, the man had bandaged my blister and made me tea. In my age group, that kind of chivalry basically earned a lifetime of adoration.
“A promise under duress isn’t a promise at all.” I finished off my tea and set it aside on an end table before easing forward on the cushion between his splayed legs. I rubbed his trunk thighs while searching his face. He didn’t shy away from my perusal, just looked back at me until the moment should’ve become uncomfortable.
Somehow it didn’t.
“Why?” I asked quietly.
“Why did I buy condoms?” he asked.
The question was idiotic. I was idiotic. Duh, he wanted sex. But I needed to hear his answer.
I nodded.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I don’t deserve to touch you, but if by some miracle, you allow me to, you want me to, well, then I’m not strong enough to walk away. I should, but I can’t, Honey.”
I swallowed thickly. “Because it’s been ten years?”
“No, because it’s you. I would’ve waited one hundred years for you.”
Distantly, warning bells chimed in my head. This was supposed to be a hookup. Nothing major. It’d been too long since I’d been with a guy, and Christian was hot and sweet in his own way and different. Different was a biggie. I liked a slap and tickle as much as the next woman, but more or less, the act was the same. Orgasm or not, fun or not, but I always had a good idea of what I’d be getting.
I had no clue what I’d be getting with Christian Masterson, and I couldn’t wait to find out.
“It’s your turn to kiss me first,” I whispered.
He cupped my cheek and leaned in to sip from my mouth, teasing my lips apart as if he had all the time in the world. The noise he made in his throat as I opened for him had me moving closer, my hands already growing greedy for more of him. I slid them up his thighs around to his hips and then his waist, anchoring myself to him while our mouths battled for more. He reached back to loop my ponytail around his wrist, pulling just hard enough for me to moan and practically crawl into his lap.
On the coffee table. Where the fountain burbled on the raised level just behind him and if I nudged him just a little, he’d either get all wet or break the thing in likely very sharp pieces. But he just hoisted me against him, somehow making room for me while he kissed me with enough hunger to make my head spin.
We didn’t talk. Despite my claims of being a good dirty talker, I didn’t manage a single word as we kissed until air became a premium and we finally had to break apart to breathe. I worked at the buttons of his uniform shirt while he went back to undoing mine, finally reaching the top of my dress and fumbling it off of my shoulders.
His hands stroked over me reverently, caressing and shaping my breasts first over my bra and then under it, sending the contraption flying to a spot unknown. His groan of pure need shot sparks through me before his talented lips lowered to suck on my nipple.
Not gently. There was no carefulness here. I didn’t want any.
He was rough and needy and his teeth offered a sharp counterpoint to the liquid heat unfurling between my legs. I was on my knees over his lap, straddling him, riding his cock through his uniform pants, extending up over him so my breasts dangled toward his mouth like low-hanging fruit. Every time he pinched and licked them, I rutted against him like an animal in heat.
He’d reduced me to exactly that.
“You’re soaking me through my pants, baby.”
