Page 96 of Once Smitten, Twice Shy

“You can touch me,” she breathes, as she strokes me, slow and hard, “but not to make me come. Let me just give you this.” Her tongue dances with mine, sending me higher, higher, so dangerously close to release.

She squeezes up my length, then backs off and swirls her hand around the tip, making me bite back a curse. “How’s that?”

“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Don’t stop, please—”

“I won’t,” she says against my neck, kissing my jaw, the base of my throat, an impossibly sensitive spot beneath my ear.

Heat rockets through me, making me arch my hips into her hand, pumping myself in her grip.

“Faster?” she asks.

I nod feverishly. She tightens her grip, quickens her pace. Lightning strikes my body, bolts down my spine and soars deep inside me.

“I’m gonna come,” I pant. I kiss her messily, desperately, and she meets me right where I am, her thigh slipping higher over mine, her pelvis grinding against it.

She gasps when I press my thigh harder between her legs. “Well, turns out I am, too,” she pants.

It undoes me, hearing her say those words, knowing that just touching me like this has gotten her there. She rubs her thumbagainst the tip of my cock and whispers, “Give it up, Will. Come on. Come for me.”

I clutch her tight against my chest as my orgasm tears through me, a tidal wave of pleasure so intense it knocks the air out of my lungs, makes my hips lurch wildly as I spill against her hand, across my stomach. Juliet’s mouth falls open and she arches into me, her body tremoring, her leg’s grip tightening around mine.

The heady realization that she came stretches out my orgasm, sends a fresh wave of release pouring out of me. I thrust into her hand, working myself as I kiss her, as I breathe in the jagged, panting cries that leave her lips.

Gradually, our movement slows. Juliet’s body relaxes as mine does, too. Our kisses turn deep and languid. Finally, she drops her head to my chest, her face flushed, a wide, satisfied smile lighting up her face. My head thunks against the headboard as I peer down at her, breathing heavily. “That was…”

“Fucking incredible,” she says hoarsely.

A husky laugh jumps out of me as I pluck a few tissues from the nightstand on my side of the bed and quickly wipe clean her hand, then my stomach. “Took the words right out of my mouth.”

“Speaking of mouths,” Juliet says, her gaze dipping down to my cock. “I can’t wait to blow your mind with mine.”

My jaw clenches at the deeply arousing thought of it. “Juliet, have mercy on me. I’ve got a refractory period to deal with.”

She laughs and draws me down for a kiss, tumbling over top of her. “I can think of a very pleasurable way to pass the time until you’re on the other side of it.”

Just as I’m settling in between her thighs, my phone goes off, loud enough that I hear it from inside the sporran. I groan into her neck. “Nooo.”

Juliet glances toward the floor, where my sporran vibrates with the muffled sound of my phone’s alarm. “What’s wrong?”

“What time is it?” I groan.

Juliet reaches for her nightstand, turning the clock toward us. “Eleven thirty.”

“Shit.” I flop back on the bed, scrubbing my face with my bare hands.

Propping herself up on one elbow, she peers down at me. Her hand settles on my chest. “What’s wrong? Do you have to be somewhere?”

“Uh-huh.” I rake my hands through my hair. “Damn client schmoozing. I’m canceling.”

“Why would you cancel?”

“Because I’d much rather be here in bed with you.”

“I know.” She smooths my hair off my face. “But this can wait. You said you needed time, after all.”

I give her a flat look. “My refractory period isn’tthatlong.”

A laugh jumps out of her. “Well, then cancel it, if you want. ButIdon’t mind if you keep that appointment.” She leans in and kisses me. “As long as you take me with you.”

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