“I’m f-f-f-f—”
He laughed a little more at her, and he wrapped his hand around her head to press her cheek more firmly against his shoulder. “You’ll be f-f-fine in a minute. Now stop talking so your teeth will stop chattering.”
He wasn’t going to be fine in a minute. He was going to have the most advanced case of blue balls ever known to science.
As a matter of fact, his dick, which had been constrained in his unyielding motorcycle gear all day, was becoming heavy.
Uh-oh.
He said, “Dree, I’m apologizing ahead of time. I’m not an animal who can’t control my voluntary actions. I am not obligated to do anything about it, and neither are you.”
“Wha-What are you talking about—oh.”
His dick hardened further and grew to a gallant half-mast. “It’s not under my conscious control.”
“Iknowthat. I’m anurse.I took anatomy and physiology.”
Paris had been a long time ago, and he hadn’t performed any act that would cause him to need to go to confession since then. “Excellent, as long as everyone is current on the science.”
His skin was dragging against his tight underwear. He released Dree’s back for just a second to adjust himself, and she rolled to the side to allow it a better range of movement, giggling while she did so.
He grumbled, “Yes, laugh at it. Maybe that’ll make it go away.”
“Has that ever worked before?”
It rose to a diamond-hard swollen staff held firmly against his stomach by his elastic underwear. “No woman has ever laughed at it before.”
She chuckled louder at that. “Yeah, I’ll bet. I thought about screaming and running away when I first saw it. I was kind of worried you were going to rip me into the four major pieces.”
“Now you’re just encouraging it.”
“‘Pride goeth before a fall,’” she quoted.
“That’s Proverbs 16:18, and thatthingdoesn’t feel like it’s going tofallanytime soon.”
“Maybe if you tried punishing that bad boy?” she said, and she sounded like she was purring.
Why,oh why,did she sound like she was purring? “I tried slapping it around when I was a teenager, but that only seemed to encourage it.”
She snickered, and then her cool skin—because she was beginning to warm up—moved slowly over his stomach.
The head of his cock was sticking out of his underwear near his belly button, and the gentle glide of her skin over the top of it was a delicious friction that he enjoyed too much.
He drew in a breath and closed his eyes. His fingers tightened into a fist in her hair.
She whispered, “Should I stop?”
“No.”
He regretted how quickly he said that. He hadn’t even slowed down to consider it.
As her body slid over his stomach and cock again, his thoughts dissipated.
The silk of her skin filled his senses, from the silken threads of her hair in his fist and the plush satin of her body rubbing from her feet near his knees to her cheek on his shoulder.
And her soft stomach gliding over his cock, rubbing between their bodies like he was inside her.
He groaned, just a pulse of a sound.
