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He wasn’t a kiss-and-tell kind of guy anyway, but he’d never brag about her to their friends. He respected her too much. “Promise, sweetheart. Now say the word so I can get to the part where you scream my name.”
She tried to kiss him, but her lips hit the side of his nose. She muttered a small “oops” and they both let out a laugh. “It’s dark in here.”
“Lily.”
“Okay, okay. Yes.” That magical word was followed by the softest, sweetest kiss on his mouth, then a command. “Now go to work.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
CHAPTER NINE
She expected him to rush to please her, but instead he lay against her, his heart pounding erratically against her chest. Or maybe that was her heart.
Tenderly, he brushed her cheeks with the pads of his fingers, his words gravel-laden when he said, “Say that again, McIntire.”
She grinned. Why, suddenly, was everything about him making her so…happy? The hot, she understood. The hot was a given. But happy? Definitely different. Good different. She arched her back, wrapped her arms around his neck, and brushed her nipples against the coarse hair on his chest.
“Go to work.” She nipped his lip as he’d done to hers earlier, stroking her tongue over the fullness of it before adding, “Please.”
His entire body tightened. He wasn’t the only one capable of seduction.
“I like when you beg,” he said. “Makes me feel manly.”
She laughed. Their banter hadn’t ended at the foot of the air mattress. The pattern was familiar, which helped ease them onto the unfamiliar ground they were navigating.
He removed her socks and shoes and tossed them aside. Then he tugged off her pants and rolled her panties down her legs.
She heard the teeth of his zipper, and bit her lip. Adrenaline burned through her veins in anticipation. This was real. She was going to feel all that hard male muscle up close and oh-so-personal. He shifted his weight and dropped his boots one after the other onto the hardwood floor. Then she heard the scrape of denim as he chucked aside his jeans. The crinkle of a foil wrapper came next—the condom. For that bit of Boy Scout preparedness, she would be eternally grateful.
“Pleasured by an ax-wielding madman,” she joked.
His deep chuckle penetrated the silence as feather-light shivers tickled up her naked body. His knees were between her legs as he worked the condom over his length. She hadn’t seen him, but she’d felt him.
And yeah. Length.
A smile spread across her face as his hands landed on either side of her hips. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her, stretching her. And accepting the delicious weight of his body when he was on top of her—yes, please.
Moonlight sliced through the boards in the window, highlighting one of his thick, hair-covered thighs. He leaned forward and the beam caressed his rippling torso. In that wedge of light she also caught a glimpse of his smile. Light crisscrossed her body, slashing across one thigh and the opposite calf, touching the red-blond curls between her legs.
Starting at her ankle, he trailed his fingers up the back of her calf to the inside of her thigh. Her legs fell open, the pulse between them a steady beat. Gooseflesh rose on her skin.
His eyes on her triangle of curls, he murmured, “Au naturel,” not sounding the least bit disappointed.
She covered herself with one hand. “I didn’t exactly plan on…uh…company.”
“Move your hand,” he commanded. He fed his fingers through the fine hair there. “I like you this way.” He stroked his finger along her wetness and delved inside, slowly, deeply.
She shuddered.
“Lil,” he said with reverence. He slid another finger deep inside her. “So wet.”
A soft hum was all she managed while his talented fingers worked their magic at the V of her thighs. Then he added his thumb and stroked her clit. When he pulled his hand away, she let out a whine of disappointment.
“Patience, McIntire.”
She wiggled her hips. “I’m done being patient.”
He flicked his tongue over her breast. “Your nipples are perfect.”
