My cheeks flame. “Please don’t make fun of me.” I prefer reason over emotions, but I still feel.
“I’d never do that, Doe,” he says softly. “I want to help.”
Is he…oh.
Antonio tosses the toys onto a chair in the corner and adjusts himself. The bulge from the living room is now a girthy outline across his left thigh.
How does he play in rugby shorts with that between his legs?
The question dissolves when his hand tips up my chin. “Do you want my help?”
“I—” Good damn, I can’t think with him staring at me like that. My breath stutters at the gentle stroke to my cheek.
Logical reasoning tells me that no toy will solve the issue of Antonio’s kiss extending beyond the platonic boundary we established years ago. My lack of orgasm suggests the need for an alternative, one I shouldn’t consider. Based on testimonials alone, he has a history of satisfying women across geographic borders.
I’m attracted to him, but, more importantly, I trust him.
Ovulation plus his pheromones have me feral. I was one frustrated sigh away from howling at the moon, and that was before him and his chemical signals aroused my nervous system.
A night with Knight. “Just for tonight,” I say.
He kisses my nose. “Go sit on the bed.”
We’re doing this.
Moonlight dips through the window, illuminating rumpled sheets and discarded pillows. The mattress gives beneath my weight. I release a shaky breath to steady my heart, which is somersaulting in my chest.
“You’re beautiful.”
I bite my lip. “Thank you.”
My throat tightens at his footsteps. His knee seeks entry between my thighs, and I part them. I lean back to create space he suffocates with his hard body.
“Wait.” My palm vibrates against his heart beating wildly through iron muscle. “No vaginal penetration.” The hardware digging into my leg might leave dents. I’m also not playing with my health, assuming he was offering community penis on the Vegas Strip.
He lifts my palm to kiss the inside of my wrist. “Wasn’t planning on it. Lie back.”
How is he so calm?
At the low command, I sink back into the comforter, close my eyes, and release a calming breath that gallops when my nightgown lifts above my thighs. Heat presses into my dampened underwear, and I bite back a moan at the weight of Antonio’s groin.
“Breathe.”
“I’m finding it.” My inhale is a slow, steady hiss at the friction between my legs, which have to stretch to accommodate his size. He’s overwhelming.
Breathe in.
“Miriam.”
Breathe out.
“Yeah?”
“Look at me, baby.” I pop an eye open at the smooth, velvet edge of his voice. “Do you feel comfortable continuing?”
My nod takes a forehead kiss to dissolve. “It’s been a while since—five years and eight months since someone was this close. I’m not…I haven’t—”
The feel of his lips on mine snatches me off the raceway that is my mind.
