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“Yes.”
It might not be enough for her. “What do you need?”
“Your kisses, hands on my skin. I want to hear you. I want you to lose it.”
That could happen all too soon. “Birth control.”
“I’m taken care of. No diseases. You?”
He should be clear. He didn’t know for sure. He’d need a rubber.
She saw the hesitation. “I’ll risk you.”
Her cupped breast was firm under his palm. It would be warm and soft under his tongue. This was risk enough. “My room or yours?”
“Surprise me.”
He chose his room, taking her by the hand there. Pulling her inside to back her into the wall and kiss her. He stopped when her stomach growled, put his hand over her belly. “My second favorite thing to eat in bed is pizza.”
She laughed and shoved him away. “Take your pants off.”
“You first.”
She toed her loafers off, pulled her shirt over her head. He sucked in a breath to see her lace bra, nipples hard under the filmy fabric. He’d had the pattern under his fingers, the button of her tit.
The cargoes went next, yanked down her legs, leaving her pale-skinned and curved stomach in blue panties.
There was a thick scar on her thigh. A web of broken capillaries on her hip. Her belly was pierced with a hoop and she had a tattoo that rode her rib cage. The words I make it happen in a cursive script.
He wasn’t afraid of liking her too much now—he was terrified.
The bra came off, his mouth went to water. He was moving before she bent to lose the panties. Had his mouth on hers, had her backed into the wall. That scrap of cotton was his and he was taking his time with it.
She tried to pinch him. “I still don’t see your ass.”
“You’ll see stars in a minute.” He dragged his lips over her throat, down her sternum, detouring to lick one tit, while his fingers lightly rolled the other. Down her rib cage, hands going to her ass, he buried his face between her legs. He liked how she smelled, filled his nose with her scent, plucked at her panties with his teeth.
“Jesus, Tom, you’re going to need to hold me up or lay me down. You made my legs into noodles.”
He could feel her trembling. He backed off, nodded at the scar on her thigh. “What happened?”
“It’s a burn. Edge of a hot saucepan when I was ten.”
“And the tat?”
“Fifteen. You don’t like it? I don’t care.”
“It’s perfect.” He tucked his thumb into her panties and pulled them down, put his face against her again. This time she jerked, already sensitive. Once she was out of them, he stood, kissed her forehead, cheek, chin, lips, keeping his hands away. Hers went to his ass, slipping inside his sweats and briefs.
She pulled her body into his. “You’re hard all over, Tom.”
And she was smaller and softer and pliant, strong but unbreakable all the same. He braced his hands on the wall behind her head when she pushed his pants down, when she wrapped her hand around the length of him, watching her, getting off on the excitement radiating out of her.
“Dear Lord, that is gonna feel so fine in me.”
“Too much attention and I’m not gonna make it inside you. Feels like I’ve been this hard since last night.”
“You want my mouth on you?”
