Just My Type by Erin Nicholas Page B

His eyes dropped to the area between her legs again.
    He hooked his hand in the elastic at his waist and pushed the boxers down to drop in a pool at his feet.
    She couldn’t have, at that point, remembered the color of said underwear. She was completely and totally focused on the almost-intimidating erection rearing up in front of her. He was huge. Not that she had personal experience to compare to, but she had been on a number of websites lately. Once she’d gotten past the initial shock, she’d moved quickly to curiosity.
    “Whoa.”
    “Thanks,” he said dryly.
    “My imagination didn’t do you justice.”
    “Thanks.” He sounded hoarse.
    “Neither did the Internet.”
    “Okay.” His voice was strained now.
    “I mean, seriously, Mac—”
    “Okay, okay.” He reached down and covered the sight with his hand. “Knock it off.”
    “What? I’m loving this.”
    “You act like you’ve never seen a penis before.”
    “I haven’t. In person.”
    He squeezed his eyes shut. “Shit.”
    “That’s romantic.”
    “Sorry.” He opened his eyes and gave her a half grin. “I wasn’t exactly going for romantic, though.” She smiled back. That grin was Mac. That reminded her of every single reason why she’d waited for him to be the one in this room with her at this moment.
    “Go for hot. And amazing.”
    “I’m there, honey. Honest.”
    “Can I touch you?” He’d said he wouldn’t touch her …
    “Hell no.” He looked appalled at the idea.
    She frowned. “I’ll be gentle.” She sat up.
    He stepped back. “No, Sara.” He started to bend over. “We have to get dressed, this is crazy.” She fell back and spread her legs. “What do you want me to do?”

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    He froze, half bent, his eyes immediately zeroing in on her hand on top of her curls.
    Slowly, he straightened. And licked his lips. She felt a wave of heat wash over her at the look on his face.
    He swallowed with some difficulty. “Touch yourself.”
    “If I can pretend it’s you touching me.”
    “Please.”
    Her fingers went lower, brushing over her most sensitive spot, making her suck in her breath.
    “More.”
    Her middle finger found her clitoris and she pressed, her breath hitching as she watched him watch her. The heat in his eyes was the most stimulating thing she’d ever imagined.
    “Now you,” she said.
    His eyes met hers and he took his cock in hand. He stroked to the base and back up, shuddering as he did it.
    “More,” he demanded.
    She circled her clitoris with her finger, then stroked lower, touching the hot wetness below. She pulled the liquid heat up and over the sensitive nerve endings, breathing faster. Her other hand cupped and squeezed her breast, tugging on her nipple.
    Mac stood watching, stroking himself as well, palming the shaft and squeezing as she longed to do.
    The sight made her inner muscles tighten further and she was suddenly on the brink of climax.
    “Mac,” she breathed, needing to say his name at this moment.
    “Yeah, honey.”
    “I need you, Mac.” She felt the building tension, also somehow aware she couldn’t do this without him.
    “Go deeper,” he ground out. He’d moved closer to the bed, his knee bumping against hers.
    The feel of his skin against hers was almost enough to send her over the edge. Almost. She couldn’t believe she was doing it, even as her middle finger moved lower and slipped inside the silky heat. She closed her eyes. Though she didn’t want to miss the sight of Mac, for a moment she couldn’t help it. The pleasure was intense. Almost more than she could take.
    “God,” Mac choked out. “I can’t believe this.”
    She moaned and opened her eyes. “Please, Mac.”
    He stepped closer and put his knee on the bed, dipping the mattress.
    “Oh, yes.” He was going to touch her finally. Her own hand withdrew.
    “No.” He grabbed her wrist. “Keep going.” His eyes were hot on hers. “Please.” The last word was a