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“Yeah? Well, you’ve got fucking great imagination. What was your inspiration?”
There was silence before she answered. “Romance novels.”
Laughter ripped from deep in his gut. “Romance novels? You’re shittin’ me, right?”
“Um, no. I started reading them to try to spice up my last relationship, same reason I got the warming lube you saw. But I never tried it on him. He was strait-laced and, well, probably wouldn’t have appreciated the effort.”
Skinny prick he’d seen on her phone. Hadn’t known how good he could have it. His loss, seriously Dog’s gain.
“Shit for him, but lucky for me. And hell yes, I liked it. Any time you wanna try something else you think up, consider me willing.”
“I’ll try to be creative.”
With his thumb, Dog found her lips in the dark and rubbed the lower one before he kissed her. Now he was going to have to up his game, too. “You do that.”
Her mouth opened wide under his hand, and he heard what sounded like a yawn. “You tired?”
She nodded beneath his fingers. “Yeah. That was a workout, I guess.”
“I don’t want to leave you hangin’. You sure you don’t want some attention?”
Her face moved into a smile. “You gave me two amazing orgasms earlier. Now we’re even.”
“Not a contest, baby.”
Her hands found his cheeks, and she curled up and pressed her lips to his. “I know,” she whispered into the post-storm quiet. “You’re way too sweet for that.”
Dog’s chest tightened. Fuck. Nobody had called him sweet since his mother had died. He hadn’tbeensweet since then.
“Time for you to sleep then,” Dog said.
She rolled away from him onto her side. That shit wouldn’t fly. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back to his front. He had to keep her close in case she needed something in the night. Once he’d settled on the pillow, he leaned close to her ear. “Sleep tight, baby.”
“Oh, Dog,” she said in a hushed voice, “with you wrapped around me, that’s a guarantee.”
Chapter Fourteen
When Charley opened her eyes, Dog’s warmth still rested against her back, like they hadn’t moved all night. Or morning, since they had been up in the wee hours. It scared her how much she liked the feel of his arms around her. Strong. Solid. Truly sublime.
Her face heated at the memory of what they had done—of whatshehad done. She couldn’t believe she had been so bold. Taking things in her own hands, in her ownmouthlike that, was a little out of character. Sure, she’d given a blow job before when a boyfriend wanted it, but never with the enthusiasm she’d displayed with Dog.
She heaved a sigh. What he must think of her. Being assertive in a business meeting where she had degrees and experience to back her up was one thing. Trying out something she’d only experienced in her imagination was quite another.
And doing it here, in her father’s cottage, well, he wouldn’t have liked that at all.
A glance at a blinking digital clock on the nightstand let her know the power was back on but did nothing to indicate the time. But it was definitely morning, if the hardness against her butt was any gage.
Her stomach growled what sounded like the national anthem, and Dog’s hand moved on her belly.
“Somebody’s hungry,” he said, his voice gruff with sleep.
Charley smiled. Everything about this man was sexy. “Yes. That repugnant meal at the hospital was a long time ago.”
His fingertips brushed the underside of her breast. “I could use some chow myself,” he murmured.
Desire pooled between her legs. She couldn’t believe she was ready to go again, but she was. She rubbed her butt against his erection. “Breakfast would be nice.”
A low-level groan sounded beside her ear. Dog’s fingers slid up between her breasts and snagged her chin. He turned her head toward his and caught her gaze. “Gotta feed my woman.”
