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“Fuck, Jesus, Lori.”
“I hope there are commas or periods between those words, or you’re gonna get struck down by lightning.”
He barked a laugh that turned into a gasp when she deep-throated him. She fell into a rhythm, hollowing her cheeks, lapping the crown, fisting him. He pushed his hands into her hair, lifted his hips, and thrusted into her mouth. If she could have smiled with a mouth full of dick, she would have.
Score.
He moved faster, gripped harder, tugging on fistfuls of her hair, and her heart soared. She didn’t need treating like glass. She was made of steel and could take rough. Hell, she craved rough.
“Oh, hell. Shit, Lori, I’m gonna come.”
One hard suck and he blew, salty jets of cum sliding down her throat, right where his dick had been. Couldn’t say she was a fan of the taste, but she was a devotee of the blissful way Zane sighed, his eyes closed, his jaw slack.
“Shouldn’t I have been taking care of you?” He rummaged his hands through her hair.
“Oh, you will.” Leaving him unfastened, she climbed off him and stripped in less than five seconds. “Bedroom. Now.”
CHAPTER 20
Caught between the heady throes of desire and the deep-rooted fear for Lori’s health, Zane waited for his heart to pick up a normal beat, which bought him a few precious seconds to work out if he could do this.
Lori clearly wanted him to. Hell, she’d removed every stitch of clothing in the time it took for him to blink. And he’d start an argument if he refused, especially after he’d just blown his load down her throat. God, he was a selfish bastard. The least he could do was return the favor. Maybe an orgasm or two would help her relax, and then she might sleep.
Right now, the way she danced from foot to foot, she was too wired to sleep.
She held out her hand, and he took it, hauling himself upright. His semi-hard dick hung out of his pants, and he thought of putting it away. Instead, he tugged his jeans and boxers down his legs, kicking them off, and grabbed the neck of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head.
“That’s the spirit.”
Lori didn’t wait for him. His eyes went to her long, elegant legs as she crossed the living room and entered her bedroom. She paused on the threshold, threw a sultry look over her shoulder, and cocked her head.
“Yeah, I’m screwed,” he muttered.
Lori came for him before he’d closed the door. He kicked it closed with his foot, catching her as she launched herself at him. This was different, new. Her nails clawed at his back, and her lips and teeth feasted on his neck and shoulder.
“Make me sore, Zane. Make me come. Make me scream. Fuck me fast and hard. Fuck me like you’ll die if you don’t get off.”
Okay, the Lori who was admitted to hospital, and this version, were two different people. When they were younger and inexperienced, their lovemaking had been gentle as they figured out what each other liked and didn’t like. Since they’d gotten back together and he’d become aware of her health issues, he’d naturally held back. And he did the same now, but for different reasons. Lori’s emotions had to be highly charged after all she’d been through, and if he honored her wishes when she wasn’t thinking straight, would she forgive him later?
“Zane, don’t.” She slid down his body, her feet hitting the floor with a thud.
“Don’t what?”
“Overthink it. I won’t break. This is what I need.” She rubbed her hands up and down his arms. “And if you won’t give it to me, I’m going online to order the biggest vibrator I can find and I’ll make you watch and learn.”
Electricity zinged through his veins, his blood heating. Most of it must’ve shot straight to his dick because he went dizzy. He grabbed Lori’s waist to steady himself.
“Ohhhh, you like that idea.” She grinned and tapped her temple. “Mental note made.” Stroking his semi, she blinked up at him. “But for now, I’ll have to make do with this. So tell me, lover, are you going to step up to the plate and hit a home run, or are you gonna strike out?”
He moved fast, picking her up and tossing her on the bed. She yelped, then laughed, and her face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning who’d woken to a sackful of presents at the foot of their bed. He flipped her onto her stomach and straddled her thighs.
“You testing me, Lori?”
“Maybe,” she muffled into the pillow.
“Well then, let’s see if I pass.”
He gathered her hair into a ponytail and pulled. Her shoulders lifted off the bed, her back arching beautifully. Sliding a hand around her throat, he bit her earlobe. “If this gets too much, you tell me to stop. You got that?”
