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Shane white-knuckledthe steering wheel as he turned onto his street. Faith’s hand rested on his thigh so close to his crotch that if she shifted an inch, she’d find out exactly how excited he was to get her alone. It had been years since anyone touched him sexually—except for himself, of course. Her fingers stroked along the inseam of his jeans and he gulped, trying desperately to keep his mind on the road. Finally, they reached his house, and he swerved into the drive and slammed on the brakes. They both jolted forward.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “Having a hard time concentrating.”
Faith’s teeth sank into her lower lip, and she settled her torturous hand over his erection. “Hard, huh?”
“Oh, damn.” He flung the door open and climbed out as gracefully as possible while sporting a massive erection and aching balls, then he strode around the car and hauled her from the passenger seat. He backed her against the vehicle, caging her between his arms. In this position, they were much the same height, and he angled his mouth over hers, plying her lips open while his hands frantically touched every part of her they could find. She tasted of cake, and she was curved generously in all the right places. He slid his hand into her hair, and the strands slipped over his fingers like red silk. He tugged, drawing her head back so he could drop kisses along her neck. She sucked in a shaky breath.
Fuck, what was he doing? They were in his driveway where anyone could see. Not to mention, he’d pressed her up against the cold metal of his car. Guilt pricked at him.
He pulled back. “Sorry. Would you like to come in? I’ll try to be more civilized. I don’t usually maul my dates on the front lawn.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Don’t usually, huh? So, only forty percent of the time?”
He shook his head and backed away, because the only other choice would be to latch onto the pulse point fluttering at the base of her throat. “I misspoke. I haven’t dated since Diana left. You’re the first. I just meant that I’m not in the habit of disrespecting women.”
“Oh.” At this, she seemed thoughtful. Then she winked. “I don’t mind.” She brushed past him and sashayed toward the house. When she reached the porch, she glanced over her shoulder. “Are you coming?”
He hurried to catch up. Life with Faith would certainly never be boring.
As he fumbled with the keys, he faced up to the truth. “Uh, Faith. I don’t know if you’ve realized this, but I haven’t had sex in years.
“I thought that was probably the case.”
The key slotted into the lock and he stepped back to let her in. She headed straight for the bedroom, and he followed, watching the swing of her ass and promising himself he’d fill his hands with it before long.
“I’m concerned I’m going to lose my cool and embarrass myself.” Being unable to see her face made the admission easier.
But then she swung around. “Shane, we’ve got all night. If round one ends too quickly, there’s always round two. Or were you planning to have your way with me, then kick me to the curb?”
He rolled his eyes. She was teasing, trying to take his mind off things, and he appreciated it. “I’m up for as many rounds between now and dawn as you can handle.”
“Good.” He loved that self-satisfied smile on her lips. He’d keep it there forever if he could. “In fact,” she added thoughtfully, trailing a finger down his chest, “Why don’t we take the edge off for you, so it isn’t a mad sprint to the finish later?”
He swallowed. “What do you mean, ‘take the edge off’?”
She sunk to her knees, giving him a spectacular view of her cleavage, and reached for the button of his jeans. His back hit the wall. “If you come now, you’ll have more stamina the second time around.” She eyed his fly. “And personally, I’ve always wondered what you’re hiding behind here.” Her deft fingers had the zip open in seconds, and she peeled his waistband down.
Summoning more self-control than he’d ever thought possible, he stilled her with a hand on her shoulder. “Whoa, hold on. If your mouth touches me anywhere below the waist, I’m a goner.”
“That’s kind of the point.” She slid her hand inside his jeans and palmed his bulge.
“Doesn’t seem fair,” he panted as she cupped him and squeezed. “What about you?”
She sat back on her heels and released him. “I’m sure you’ll make it up to me. But if you don’t want this, we can—"
“No, I do.” His dick strained toward her as though it sensed how close it had been to getting relief. “Don’t stop.”
Grinning wickedly, she ran a hand over him, and then pulled his underwear down, freeing him. He was painfully hard, and she licked her lips.
Touch it. Please. Stop the torture.
Considering this was the closest he’d come to sex in forever, his patience was rapidly waning.
“I love it,” she announced. He laughed raggedly. He’d done a little personal grooming earlier in case they got to this point. He hadn’t expected it, but he’d wanted to be prepared, just in case. That was the same reason he’d purchased a new box of condoms. He was a planner.
She wrapped her palm around his length and pumped once. His hips jerked, and he fought to stay upright. Then her mouth closed over him, and he groaned. Warm, wet, soft.... Heaven.
