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“What?” he whispered, his voice rough like a cat’s tongue.
“Nothing. Quit stalling,” she admonished.
“You’re the one who’s stalling,” he argued, his eyebrow rising arrogantly.
There it is. That little pinch of antagonism to add spice to the fucking. She raised a hand to undo the first button of her top, meeting his smoldering stare with one of her own. “You’re still wearing too many—”
But his hand reached out to still her fingers. “You’re going too fast,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to the opening of her pajama top.
His voice was warm and buttery, like caramel, and it confused her.
“You don’t like things slow,” she replied, frowning as he nestled his hard dick against her while shifting his upper body away to watch.
“I think, if this will be the last time we do this, we should take it slow. Enjoy it,” he suggested in that commanding voice.
She held his gaze, emotions tumbling through her. “I enjoy it fast,” she countered, giving an exasperated huff as he brushed her hands away and undid one more button.
“Don’t,” she said, shoving at him and grabbing the edge of her pajama top. “Fuck, why do you have to spoil the mood?”
His eyes flared to life as if she’d poked the embers of a fire. But instead of pulling her into a hard, hot mauling of mouths like he usually did, Monty gripped her shoulders and pulled her close enough that their lips touched, but nothing more.
“I’m trying to find a new mood,” he explained, tickling her mouth with his. “A slow mood.”
“Why?” She could hear a frustrated quiver in her voice.
“Why not?” he asked.
She held her breath, panicked at this sensation of being suspended over space. She was caught between wanting to push him away or pull him against her, but his eyes stopped her. Instead of the familiar fire, they looked different—determined, solid, but secretive.
“Slow,” she repeated, considering it. Then something else pulsed in his eyes. Desire, maybe? A weird lust? Maybe he was turned on that she’d emailed his lawyer.
“Very slow,” he agreed, then rolled her onto her back and pressed his mouth to hers.
This was not the hard, fast kisses she was used to, but a long, lingering exploration. His lips moved over every millimeter of hers, mapping from the center to the corner, then measuring in the opposite direction. He nibbled, then tasted with the flick of his tongue.
She tried to cup the back of his head, eager to take charge and get their tongues more involved, but he grasped her hands in one of his and twined his legs around hers, locking her under him.
“Why did we never do this before?” he questioned against her mouth. He dragged his lips across her cheek to the base of her ear and ground his cock against her hip, making her feet twitch.
“I…” She didn’t have an answer that fit the moment.
Their sexual checklist was short: ravenous kissing, stripping off their clothes, then fast, hard fucking. The more public the place, the better.
Here, having him rove all over her in a large, comfy bed, was practically Victorian. But she couldn’t deny the tingles that shot like an electric jolt from his lips to the apex of her legs, making her moan.
“Right,” he agreed, as if her moan had been a comment.
He released her hands and slid his hard palms under her, squeezing and massaging her back through the thin silk. His mouth kept busy behind her ear before sliding to her neck, leaving her hands to wrap around his shoulders.
When his lips moved to her collarbone, he pushed her hair out of the way. Frustration at the brief loss of his lips against her skin burned through her.
Why didn’t I put my hair up?she wondered as she strained to give him better access. Then his lips returned, and her entire attention focused on the sensations they set off.
She wasn’t sure how, since his kissing had been distracting, but he’d taken his pants off. Now his rough, muscled legs rubbed against her silk-clad ones, one of his feet sliding the cuff of her pajama bottoms up her calf.
He cupped her neck, allowing her hands to find his chest, then clench at his skin when his lips returned to her mouth again.
Ah, this was how she liked it. She waited for him to jerk her bottoms down and plunge into her. God, she was so ready for him.
