“Since when have youeverknown me to pander to your ego?” He opened his mouth to respond, but she raced ahead. “When you tell me I’m a temptress, I can assure you, it’s only with you. Because no one before you has ever given me the opportunity to play the role.”
“What do ya mean?” He frowned.
“I mean, my previous lovers”—just the thought of her with another man was enough to have the prickly legged thing growling with murderous intent—“didn’t really give me a chance to be…” She trailed off as she wrinkled her nose. “Sexy,I guess. It’s always been so fast and furious that I just sort of went along for the ride.” Now she grimaced. “No pun intended.”
He was still confused.Is she sayin’ she’s gotten to the ripe old age of thirty without ever havin’ good sex?
Her next sentence confirmed it.
“As for being good at having orgasms, I’ll admit to having perfected the art when I’m alone. But with a partner? I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve been able to finish with a man.”
“Bullshit.” The two syllables were out of his mouth before he could stop them. He added more diplomatically, “I can’t believe it. Your body is so responsive.”
She made a face. “No one has ever…paid attentionthe way you do. Until today, it’s been my experience that men go through the motions of foreplay as quickly as possible to get to the ol’ in-and-out.” She made a rude gesture with her fingers that had his lips twitching. “Then I’d just…” She waved a hand.
“Just what?”
“Finish myself off whenever they left the room.”
The thought of her having to give herself her own pleasure when she was so easy to please left him dumbfounded.
He side-eyed her. “How many partners have ya had?”
It couldn’t have been many. Because men couldn’t bethatselfish and unskilled, could they? Surely his gender was better than that at knowing what women liked.
She blushed to the roots of her hair. Considering what he’d just been doing to her, he found it adorable that such a simple question might embarrass her.
“How many partners haveyouhad?” she countered.
“Dunno.” He shrugged. “I stopped countin’ ’bout a decade back.”
She blanched. “You’re not serious.”
“Promiscuity and military service go hand-in-hand. I’m not proud of it. But I’m notnotproud of it, either. It just is.”
Her upper lip curled. “So you’re saying I should’ve made you get an STI panel before I decided to take you up on this whole FWB thing?”
He shook his head. “You’ve seen my most recent physical. Ya know I’m clean.”
She harrumphed. And the way her bottom lip stuck out was impossible to resist.
He leaned down to rub a soft kiss against her mouth, got caught up in the way she tried to resist him and couldn’t, and realized they were once again making out like horny teenagers when, minutes later, she fisted his hair in her hands and pulled back with a gasp.
“See?” She panted, licking her kiss-swollen lips. “It’syou.You’rethe one with all the skill and expertise. And no wonder since you’ve hadsomuch practice.”
He probably shouldn’t like the note of jealousy in her voice. He did.
“Ya want to keep talkin’ ’bout this? Or ya want me to finally get around to makin’ love to ya like I promised?”
She touched a finger to the side of her pursed mouth and pretended to ponder his question. Then she sighed. “The second, I suppose. Because the former makes me want to clamp your balls in a vice until you beg for mercy.”
He chuckled. “Considerin’ I plan to use my balls, let’s not do that.” Then he set about working her back into a frenzy. In doing so, he workedhimselfinto a frenzy. Because despite what she claimed, shewasa sexy temptress.
She met him kiss for kiss, ran her hands all over his body, squeezed here and rubbed there, used her own body in a sensual, undulating way as if she’d been in the business of seducing men for decades.
“Please, Fisher,” she begged when he laved one nipple with his tongue and rubbed the other in a slow circle with his thumb. “I can’t stand it anymore. I need you in me.”
Thank the lord.
