Chapter Ten
Becca stared down at features becoming all too important to her. She closed her eyes and moved to lie next to him. She rubbed his chest, loving the way he massaged her neck, under her hair, making her into a mass of limp woman.
“When Neal died, it about broke me. It took a few years before I could look at a man again and not think of him. I know, I should be over him. It’s been a long time.”
“There’s no time limit on grieving, Becca.”
That simple acceptance meant more to her than she could say. She refused to cry and took a moment before continuing. “Well, the men I first went out with were just okay. I think they gave me that connection with another person I was needing. A relationship with a man isn’t the same as being with family.”
“I get you.” He ran his fingers through her hair, and she wanted to purr.
“I’m not a total recluse. I’ve dated a little over the years. But the last guy… It had been a while. I was bored and lonely. He seemed nice. Intelligent, funny, financially independent. He was a good kisser too.”
The fingers in her hair pause, then continued. “Better than me?”
She gave a soft laugh. “Of course not.”
“Of course not.”
She smiled.
“I can feel you laughing against my chest.”
“Just a little.”
“Continue with your story about that bad, awful, terrible sex from the bad kisser.”
She laughed again. “We had an attraction. But when we finally got to bed, it turned bad. He was just…selfish and not great. I think he lasted maybe two seconds, and it was all about him. He never did all the things you did. And I certainly didn’t do to him what I did to you.”
He chuckled. “Things? Whatthings?Be specific.”
“Can you feel my blush?”
“Oh, come on. You’re naked, and if you reach a little farther down, you’ll feel me getting hard again. I kissed you everywhere, sucked your beautiful breasts, and I licked up that sweet pussy. I can’t wait to do it all again.”
She moved her hand to his cock and gripped the steely length, surprised to feel him aroused once more. “Do you ever stop?”
“Usually, yes. But you do something to me. Look, I’m not going to lie and say I’m a born-again virgin. I like sex. I like women. But Becca, I really,reallylike you.” He closed his hand over hers, encouraging her to pump him. “I want to be inside you. I love kissing you. And just looking at you makes me happy. I don’t know why, and I’m smart enough not to question it.”
“That makes one of us,” she murmured.
He grabbed a condom from the drawer and handed it to her. “Put it on me.”
She did, amazed to feel herself wanting him again. He caressed her breasts, her ribs, then moved down to her thighs. A hand between her legs proved she was wet and ready for him.
“Fuck. I love how wet you get.”
She groaned, in both embarrassment and arousal. “It’s your fault.”
“Good.” He moved the covers aside and eased her over him. “Ride me. I want to watch your breasts bounce while I’m inside you.”
She felt her cheeks growing hotter. He was such a sexy, dirty talker. She loved it.
She positioned herself as directed and let him guide her over him. Watching his face while she lowered herself, taking him deep inside her, made everything right. As if she heard some mystical bell ring inside her, she knew that being with Mitch meant something more.
“Oh yeah. Up and down. Take me,” he urged, his big hands on her hips.
She put her hands on his chest for balance and started moving, her pace increasing under his watchful stare.
