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Slowly—so bloody slowly—he slipped off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt to reveal that dark pelt of hair.Gimme, gimme, gimme.She clamped her lips shut. There would be no begging words coming from the mouth that was suddenly as dry as the Sahara.
“You need help?” Not begging, just moving things along.
“Just stay right where you are, baby.” He said it low, but with an unmistakable edge.
It surprised her. It also surprised her how much it turned her on.
She squirmed on the bed, sending her breasts into a jiggle. His reaction? Slow his fingers to a snail’s pace. Add a smirk for good measure. She was probably going to kill him before the night was through.
“You’re absolutely gorgeous, you know that?” he whispered as he undid the last button on the shirt placket.
Feeling skittish, she moved her hands over her stomach. “You don’t have to give me compliments, Tad. I’m a sure thing.”
“Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Turn this into a transaction. It’s not. There is nowhere I would rather be and no one I would rather be with right now.”
She swallowed past the lump in her throat as big as hope. Those words touched a pristine part of her, vibrating through to start a web of cracks across the surface of her heart. He really shouldn’t talk like that.
He shucked his shirt, still slow as cold honey, still never taking his eyes off her.
“I’ve thought about you, Jules. About how it would feel to fill you with my cock. How good your sweet lips would look wrapped around me while I hold your head just right. What kind of sounds you’d make while I take you slow and hard. I’ve used it to bring me home more times than I care to admit.”
She let out a gasp. It was one thing to be caught up in the moment but surely he couldn’t mean…
“You could say that my spank bank contains only one kind of currency. Minted in the treasury of one Juliet Kilroy.”
Not a gasp this time, more like a raspy moan of want. He had thought about her, probably not as much as she had thought about him, but still. Maybe she wasn’t such a horny-deviled freakazoid after all.
She launched herself at him, immediately provingthatconclusion wrong.
“Jules, I told you to wait,” he said indulgently.
“And I need to touch you.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed her sensitive breasts against all that soft chest hair and steely flesh. So, so good. “I can’t help it, I’m excited. You know, long time. Itch to scratch.”
He sighed. “You’re going to be difficult, aren’t you?”
“Would you have me any other way?”
He filled his big, wide palm with her arse cheek and pulled her flush to his erection.
Best. Meet. Ever.
“I wouldn’t change a thing about you. You’re perfect in every way, even when you get all mouthy. I love how you talk back to me and never let me get away with anything.”
She loved that, too, but right now she wanted to know more about what he had been thinking, and if it bore any similarities to what she had been thinking.
“Tell me about these fantasies of yours. I need details. The dirtier the better.”
He tipped her chin up, his eyes midnight blue magnets. “I’ve imagined burying my nose in your neck, getting that first hint of the pleasure to come. I’ve imagined taking your nipple in my mouth, my tongue coating your skin, my throat tasting the wine between your thighs. I’ve imagined experiencing something so good there might be no coming back from it. I’ve imagined my ruin.”
Oxygen was suddenly at a premium, and she felt light-headed with relief and desire.
Those things he said, they battered her breathless.
“Now I know you’re impatient for me to get you off, but as this is going to be the culmination of my fantasies, I’d like to take a few moments delaying the gratification. You got a problem with that?”
