“I don’t do the whole hookup thing,” he admitted. “I haven’t been with a woman in a long time.”
“Longsounds different depending on the person. I knew a guy who considered it a drought if he went longer than two weeks. And I can tell you right now that my dry spell is years. Literally years.”
“Same. Seven to be exact.”
That got her attention. “Seven years?”
“Since my divorce. I... haven’t been with another woman like that. Or at all.”
“Same. Not the part about being with another woman. I mean seven years. That’s where I’m at.”
Now it was his turn to be surprised. “But you’re so... sexy.”
“I could say that same for you.” She reached out and rested a hand over his heart. “But I am on the pill, have been since sixteen. If you’re serious about this whole dry-spell thing, we could, you know...”
“You’re sure?”
“Let me process.” She pressed her hands over her eye. “I’m considering having sex with Tor Gunnar. It’s a lot to take in.”
“I hear he’s a great lay. And did I mention the charm?”
She dropped her arms to her sides. “If I have one nemesis in this world, it would be you, Mr. Fuck-a-Penguin. But maybe the altitude’s getting to me. Because the idea of you inside me is...” She broke off, searching for the precise word.
“Nice?”
She made a face. “Puppies are nice. So is chocolate milk. Sex with you would be the reverse of nice.” She peered up, nibbling the corner of her lower lip. “Bad in the best of ways.”
“We’re doing this. You want it?”
“I think... yes. I am amenable to having your penis inserted into my vagina.”
“Inserted?”
“Injected? Implanted.”
Nothing about her jokingly clinical tone should make him hard, and yet... his cock twitched. “Maybe leave the dirty talk to me, babe.”
“So how do we start?” Neve’s uncertain laugh echoed from the tiles. “It feels like I’m Cinderella getting an erotic offer to the ball.”
“I recommend we do a little of this.” He closed the distance, then wrapped his arms around her hot, slippery body. His mouth found hers and there was nothing in this kiss but confidence.
For all he didn’t know about women—particularly the woman in his arms—he knew he wanted this. And maybe once he was inside her, everything would make sense.
Even though he held her tight, making sure she was completely kissed, her head tilted back as his tongue boldly explored hers. She remained curious. Her hands exploratory and restless. She roamed his lats, grabbing and squeezing as if trying to root out softness. A wild hope flared that maybe he’d finally found a woman he could open up to and risk exposing his secret sensitive underbelly. A woman who was fearless. Who wouldn’t run from his demons. Who wouldn’t flinch or back down if she saw him for who he was.
“Hurry,” she pleaded. “I need—”
“I know exactly what you need,” he growled. And the thing was, he did.
He hadn’t touched a woman in years. And yet... he knew how Neve was going to want him. Not slow and gentle this first time. He flipped her around. “Stick out that sweet ass for me, Angel.”
Her gasp was audible but she obliged. He bent and licked and bit the side of her neck until she rocked against him.
Sliding down a hand over her trembling belly, he cupped her pussy, held it in a firm grasp. “This is mine.”
She leaned back, her hands pushing off the tile. “If you can earn it.”
“Challenge accepted.” He wasn’t going to pop in a finger or two and rub until it was wet enough for his dick. This was a focused, deliberate campaign. He wasn’t going to stop until she’d fallen apart, her smart talk replaced by begging. And that would only be the beginning. He put his dominant hand over her clit, already beginning to swell like a hot pearl. With his left, he slipped a finger inside, just the tip, caressing her inner lips with slow, gentle pumps.
