Page 84 of After You

She laughed at that. “I wouldn’t mind more thrusting and less thinking right now, Dr. Ames.”

That didn’t help either. There was something dirty about her calling him by his title while bare-assed naked in front of him. And he really fucking likedit.

“Hannah,” he said, his voice gruff.

“Yeah?”

“Get up on the dryer.”

Her eyes widened slightly, but she boosted herself up on the machine without any questions or protests.

And that was maybe the hottest thing he’d everseen.

He’d never been bossy, per se. They’d always been on the same page. Honest to God, with every damned thing. It was as if they could read each other’s minds and finish each other’s sentences. Of course, he hadn’t known that she was actually hurt after her accident. Or that all the pressure here was what had kept heraway.

He tamped down those feelings and thoughts. Now was definitely not the time to get into that. He was going to be fully focused on her and what she needed at thismoment.

He’d stew about the other moments later.

Kyle stepped closer, but not quite close enough to touch her. Yet. “I want this to be so good foryou.”

“It will. I know it will. I’m not worried, Kyle.”

“You said you haven’t had sex in three years,” he remindedher.

“Right. But it’s not like I’ve forgotten.”

Well, that was good. “But you’ve been scared ofit.”

She nodded. “With anyone butyou.”

He felt himself frown before he caught it. “I know it makes me kind of an ass to be glad you haven’t been with anyoneelse.”

Looking at her now, he absolutely couldn’t imagine another man ever touching her. She was his. That had never felt truer. Even when he’d been taking it for granted that he’d always haveher.

It was crazy to be thinking that way, he knew. She was home to visit. This was…a fling? A fluke? Neither of those seemed right. And yet, how could this be anythingmore?

“I thought it was about my neck,” she said softly. “And it was. In part. But even going on dates felt weird.” She ducked her head. “It always felt weird being with anyone butyou.”

He crossed the space between them quickly and tipped her chin up. “Good,” he growled, then he covered her mouth withhis.

She gripped his shoulders, pressing close, and he groaned at the feel of her nipples against his chest. He lifted a hand and cupped one breast, rubbing his thumb over the tip. She gave a little half cry, half moan. He tugged and rubbed, then lowered his head and took the nipple in his mouth, suckinghard.

“Yes, Kyle,” she gasped, her hand going to his head and curling into hishair.

“You know those buttons and boundaries I want to push?” he asked, panting against her breast.

“Yeah.”

“I want to push rightnow.”

“Okay.”

He stepped back, somehow. “I want to watch youcome.”

“Yes. Okay.” She reached for him, but he stepped back again.

“With your fingers first.”

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