thumb. It took a conscious effort not to slide the digit into her wet mouth.
“Five years.”
His guts tightened, and blood thundered through him. “Five years since you’ve had sex?” he clarified.
“With a partner.”
Holy fuck, he did not need to think of her with her own hand between her legs, stroking her clit, trying to reach orgasm. Panting, straining, her body flushed and nipples peaked…her pussy wet and throbbing. Needing release.
Jesus, he wasn’t going to be able to walk.
But he realized she was thinking too hard, maybe remembering that incident she’d mentioned to him in her bakery. Sloane recalled her saying she had panicked during sex. He kept touching her, feeding the very real connection between them. “You had a panic attack last time you tried. Tell me what I need to know about that.”
“It was a rebound thing a few months after my fiancé and I broke up. Another guy from physical therapy.” She closed her eyes. “I felt like I was being smothered when he was on top of me. I told him, but he was, um, in the moment and didn’t hear me. I panicked and screamed.”
That helped him get his dick under control, but it didn’t diminish his lust for her one bit. “Did you feel that way when I kissed you?”
Her expression softened, and the tension in her body eased. “No. Not until the end when you were trying to scare me.”
He’d been doing exactly that, needing her to tap out, needing to prove to her she could trust him. But he’d wanted her so damned bad, she had to be the one to stop it. His usual discipline had vanished beneath the power of her response to him. But his attention had been one-hundred-percent focused on her, he wouldn’t have missed her plea to stop. “No matter what is happening, I’ll hear you.”
“How do you know?”
He leaned down. Slowly. Inching toward her. When he was close enough, he said, “Because I’m not getting off, baby, until you do. Several times. I’ll be paying very close attention to you.”
She swayed toward him, her breath fluttering.
She’d gone five years without a man’s touch. Five. Years. Here she was trusting him to give her that intense pleasure, and that was hot enough to give him a sunburn. He told her, “You’re going to look into my eyes just like this when we break your dry spell. I’m going to watch you come, shaking with pleasure until you can’t take anymore.”
And then he’d give her more. As much as she wanted.
***
Kat was drowning in him, his fingers on her face, his thumb stroking her lip. His words slamming her heart against her ribs. She wanted it.
Wanted him.
That kiss a week ago…she’d almost climaxed right there in the gym’s staff break room. With her clothes on. From nothing more than his kiss and a little well-placed friction.
And now he was doing it again, surrounding her, his scent flooding her senses. His lips were maybe two inches from hers. “You’re going to kiss me.”
“Most definitely.”
“Soon?” Her voice was breathy, light…insubstantial.
“Once I solve a problem.” He moved his thumb over her bottom lip, then dipped it in, just barely.
Just enough to touch her tongue.
Kat nearly moaned. Her nipples tightened and ached. Heat flooded her limbs and trickled down through her folds. “Problem?”
His sensual eyes glittered. “How will I stop this time?” He slid his thumb in deeper, gliding along her tongue.
She closed her mouth, tasting him. His rich and musky flavor enticed her to want more.
“Once I taste you, I’m not going to want to stop. I’ll want to taste down your collarbone, lick your breasts, suck your nipples.” He pulled his thumb out. “How will I stop, Kat? I barely stopped last time and only because you tapped out. But you won’t tap out this time, will you?”
“I don’t know?” Was she asking? Agreeing? Begging? Somehow, Sloane had made all the desire she’d lost surge up like a tidal wave ready to consume her.
“You have the
“Five years.”
His guts tightened, and blood thundered through him. “Five years since you’ve had sex?” he clarified.
“With a partner.”
Holy fuck, he did not need to think of her with her own hand between her legs, stroking her clit, trying to reach orgasm. Panting, straining, her body flushed and nipples peaked…her pussy wet and throbbing. Needing release.
Jesus, he wasn’t going to be able to walk.
But he realized she was thinking too hard, maybe remembering that incident she’d mentioned to him in her bakery. Sloane recalled her saying she had panicked during sex. He kept touching her, feeding the very real connection between them. “You had a panic attack last time you tried. Tell me what I need to know about that.”
“It was a rebound thing a few months after my fiancé and I broke up. Another guy from physical therapy.” She closed her eyes. “I felt like I was being smothered when he was on top of me. I told him, but he was, um, in the moment and didn’t hear me. I panicked and screamed.”
That helped him get his dick under control, but it didn’t diminish his lust for her one bit. “Did you feel that way when I kissed you?”
Her expression softened, and the tension in her body eased. “No. Not until the end when you were trying to scare me.”
He’d been doing exactly that, needing her to tap out, needing to prove to her she could trust him. But he’d wanted her so damned bad, she had to be the one to stop it. His usual discipline had vanished beneath the power of her response to him. But his attention had been one-hundred-percent focused on her, he wouldn’t have missed her plea to stop. “No matter what is happening, I’ll hear you.”
“How do you know?”
He leaned down. Slowly. Inching toward her. When he was close enough, he said, “Because I’m not getting off, baby, until you do. Several times. I’ll be paying very close attention to you.”
She swayed toward him, her breath fluttering.
She’d gone five years without a man’s touch. Five. Years. Here she was trusting him to give her that intense pleasure, and that was hot enough to give him a sunburn. He told her, “You’re going to look into my eyes just like this when we break your dry spell. I’m going to watch you come, shaking with pleasure until you can’t take anymore.”
And then he’d give her more. As much as she wanted.
***
Kat was drowning in him, his fingers on her face, his thumb stroking her lip. His words slamming her heart against her ribs. She wanted it.
Wanted him.
That kiss a week ago…she’d almost climaxed right there in the gym’s staff break room. With her clothes on. From nothing more than his kiss and a little well-placed friction.
And now he was doing it again, surrounding her, his scent flooding her senses. His lips were maybe two inches from hers. “You’re going to kiss me.”
“Most definitely.”
“Soon?” Her voice was breathy, light…insubstantial.
“Once I solve a problem.” He moved his thumb over her bottom lip, then dipped it in, just barely.
Just enough to touch her tongue.
Kat nearly moaned. Her nipples tightened and ached. Heat flooded her limbs and trickled down through her folds. “Problem?”
His sensual eyes glittered. “How will I stop this time?” He slid his thumb in deeper, gliding along her tongue.
She closed her mouth, tasting him. His rich and musky flavor enticed her to want more.
“Once I taste you, I’m not going to want to stop. I’ll want to taste down your collarbone, lick your breasts, suck your nipples.” He pulled his thumb out. “How will I stop, Kat? I barely stopped last time and only because you tapped out. But you won’t tap out this time, will you?”
“I don’t know?” Was she asking? Agreeing? Begging? Somehow, Sloane had made all the desire she’d lost surge up like a tidal wave ready to consume her.
“You have the
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