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And it had been so long.
Her tongue glided along the shaft, then flicked over the head, and his hands fisted at his sides. She worked him with her mouth, and he fought to keep his eyes open, not wanting to miss a second of it. Her lipstick had rubbed off, and her lips were pale pink against him. She gazed up at him through her glasses, her hazel eyes alight with mischief, looking like every naughty fantasy he’d ever had. Somehow, this was the most connected he’d felt to another person in years. Since long before Diana left. Their marriage hadn’t been perfect by any stretch. In hindsight, it hadn’t even been good. But Faith.... With her, he could have something amazing.
Don’t be that guy who gets mushy during a blow job.
It was difficult, but he managed to bite his tongue. When he talked to her about his emotions, she deserved to know it wasn’t because he was on the verge of the best orgasm ever.
She sucked harder.
“Holy crap.” His hands twisted in her hair, and the last of his conscious thoughts fled. He became a mindless, needy mass of man. Thighs trembling. Chest heaving. Hands grasping. She stroked his balls so fucking gently, and he couldn’t take any more. “Faith, I’m gonna—"
She released him with a pop. His hips thrust uselessly forward, finding nothing but air, and he teetered on the edge of bliss. Meanwhile, she stripped her blouse off, and her bra followed. He gulped. He’d never seen breasts so lush and perfect. Pale, luminous skin. Pink aureoles. A deep space between them.
“Sorry about that,” she said, taking him in her hand and stroking. He groaned, and his head hit the wall. “I know how much you like these, and I didn’t want to waste an opportunity.”
An opportunity for what?
He didn’t have to wonder long because she gathered her breasts together and positioned his dick between them.
“Oh, God.” He groaned. “Are you.... Can I...?”
Jesus, he couldn’t even get the words out.
“Yes.” She winked, and he just about came right then. She slid him up and down in her cleavage, and all it took was for her to lick her lips to send him hurtling into oblivion. His vision faded to black, and he bent forward, catching himself on her shoulders.
When he regained control of his mental faculties, he opened his eyes and found her grinning up at him, the result of years of pent-up lust forming a sticky coating over her chest.
“Ugh,” he grunted, righting himself. “Sorry, I....” He trailed off, unable to explain why he’d thought it would be a good idea to spill himself all over her like that.
“Relax, Shane,” she said, getting to her feet. “That’s exactly what I wanted, and I think you needed it. Now I’m going to shower and clean off. Join me?”
“How stupid would I be to say no to that?” He followed her to the bathroom, his heart thudding rapidly in his chest. He could scarcely believe what they’d just done. It was hands down the single hottest experience of his life, and he had a feeling they were only getting started. How had he gotten so damn lucky?
In the bathroom, she started the shower and shimmied out of her pants, revealing herself to him fully for the first time. She was all porcelain skin and mouthwatering curves. He couldn’t choose which part of her he wanted to touch first.
“You’re beautiful,” he rasped. A natural redhead too. He’d never been sure because it was difficult to believe that anyone had such glorious auburn hair without the aid of a bottle.
She discarded her glasses, stepped beneath the stream of water, and gestured at his body. “Your turn, and make it nice and slow.”
Oh, he could do that. He could play this game with her. She’d been right: now that he’d had his own release, taking his time would be much easier. One by one, he undid the buttons on his shirt, maintaining eye contact with Faith the entire time. When he reached the last one, he paused, drawing it out. Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t urge him on. He parted the shirt, pleased when her eyes darkened with desire. He’d worried he wouldn’t live up to the younger, fitter men who flirted with her at the ice cream parlor, but her expression told him she liked what she saw.
Her hands journeyed downward over her breasts and the swell of her hips and into the slickness at the top of her thighs. His jeans came off with a whole lot less finesse. He tossed his socks away and joined her.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” he demanded, grabbing her hips and yanking her closer.
Water sparkled on the tips of her lashes. “Why don’t you show me?”
Good suggestion. He backed her into the wall, sank to his knees, and proceeded to do just that.
Faith wokehours later with Shane wrapped around her body. She smiled into the dark. Considering how she usually slept—starfished across the bed—it was a miracle he’d managed to find room and hadn’t ended up on the floor. She burrowed closer. He smelled of soap, with a hint of old books—his usual scent, and she utterly adored it.
The things he’d done to her last night. The man possessed a spectacularly skilled tongue. He’d licked her like she was the tastiest treat he’d ever tried, and it hadn’t taken long before she’d been quivering in his arms. Then they’d collapsed into bed and promptly fallen asleep. They hadn’t gotten around to actually making love, but there was no time like the present. She rolled over to face him and pressed a kiss to his mouth.
“Shane?”
He mumbled something.
“Want to pick up where we left off earlier?”
