He reached for his wallet on the bedside table, found the condom inside, and started to take it out of the package.
She stopped him. “Let me. I want to do it.”
He wasn’t sure that was a good idea, but he handed it to her anyway.
She took her own sweet time. Kneeling over him.Playing with him. Stroking him in her hand until he was just the way she wanted him. And then slowly rolling the prophylactic down the turgid beast that she’d just created.
He was ready to jump out of his skin. When she traced the long, bulging muscle along his cock with her finger, he was straining so hard not to come that he started to sweat.
He was in trouble. Real trouble. As in might-not-make- it-past-the-start-line trouble.
“Jesus, Brit, you done yet? You’re killing me.”
Their eyes met. She looked so damned sexy. Her mouth was still swollen from their kisses, her sparkling blue eyes slitted with arousal, her silky, dark hair hanging around her face as she bent over his prone body. Naked. Yeah, especially the naked part.
He was utterly helpless and at her mercy. And they both knew it.
She gave him a feline smile that definitely boded trouble. “Had enough already? I was looking forward to a little lesson.”
From the way she licked her lower lip, he told himself not to ask. But he couldn’t help it. “In what?”
“Fellatio.”
He made a sound that wasn’t half as tortured as he felt. Just the thought of her mouth on him made him pulse a little. Okay, a lot.
But as good as that sounded, he wouldn’t last a minute. And he was determined to make it last longer than that this time. “Rain check?”
She arched a brow. “You so sure there will be a round three?”
He didn’t like that. And he was done with messing around. Before she knew what was happening, he flipped her around under him.
She let out a startled gasp as he pinned her. The tables had been turned. She was at his mercy now. But if thegrin on her face was any indication, she didn’t seem to mind the change in leadership positions.
SEAL training came in handy in more ways than one.
“You saying there won’t be?” he asked.
“I’m not the one with all the qualms.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not feeling those so much anymore.” He should be, but he wasn’t. He was all in—all of him.
“Good. Then I’m looking forward to my lesson.”
“So am I,” he said before his mouth closed over hers again.
No more talking. Although he had to admit he kind of liked it. He’d never talked so freely—so effortlessly—with someone in the middle of sex before.
Hell, the extent of his sex talk had been, “How does that feel? Do you like that?” That kind of thing. He didn’t do conversations when he was turned on—especially when he was Brittany-level turned on.
Except that apparently he did. It made it more... He didn’t know. Fun maybe?
That was part of it, but not all of it. He didn’t quite know how to explain it, but it was different. It was a level of closeness he’d never experienced before.
It was easy, comfortable, and natural, yet at the same time, whenever he touched her—or she touched him—the intensity of sensation was both fierce and powerful.
It didn’t make a lot of sense. But he wasn’t going to give it much thought right now—not when he had more important things on his mind.
He slid his hand down to find the slick opening between her legs. She gave a sexy little moan as his finger—and then fingers—slipped inside of her, stroking... probing... gently stretching.
