Page 123 of Never In My Wildest Dreams

“I’ve got a better way to make you nice and slippery.”

“Damn, Hellcat. I’ve missed you.” He kissed her, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, his chest lowering until he rocked against her. “This.” His mouth savored her, his tongue licking as if she tasted as sweet as nectar. “Us.”

She was breathless, tense with expectation and soft with need, and she couldn’t believe he was telling her these things. His honesty was everything. “Come here.”

He reared over her, grasping the headboard with one hand and guiding his erection to her mouth. “Get it wet.”

His biceps popped, and the muscle in his jaw ticked with anticipation, but she was in no hurry. She wanted to drive him wild. She gripped him at the base and then licked him up and down, her tongue zigging and zagging. She held his gaze and loved that his arms were trembling.

“Quit playing, Hellcat.”

“I don’t do anything half-assed. You asked me to get you ready, and that’s what I’m doing.”

He thrust, but she closed her mouth. “Woman.”

“What exactly do you want me to do?” She loved hearing him talk dirty.

He slid a hand behind her head, grabbed a fistful of hair, and with a fiery gleam in his eyes, said, “Suck my cock.”

Since there was nothing more she wanted than to taste him, she complied. Her lips parted, she licked them, and then…she clutched his ass and drew him in.

“Yeah, like that.” His eyelids squeezed tightly. “I named you Hellcat before I got to know you. If I’d waited, you’d be Hoover.”

She wanted to laugh, but her mouth was stuffed with him. She sucked him even harder, letting her tongue draw shapes along his hard length. He was primed, she knew that. She could feel the swell of the vein underneath the head, so she wasn’t surprised when he pulled out.

As her hands went to her breasts, plumping them, his hips reared back. He watched as his dick slid between the tight cleft of her cleavage. His gaze flicked to her, and when she licked her bottom lip, he let out a shaky sigh.

Sitting back on his heels, he squeezed some lotion onto his hand and slathered his dick until it was shiny. And then, he eased back in, pumping slowly and deliberately through the tight channel. “Show me your nipples.”

She spread her fingers just enough to let them poke through, and then, she squeezed, arching her back, desperate to have him inside her. “Tomorrow, I’m going on the pill.”

“Good idea.” He worked himself into a sweat, his gaze fixed on his cock, and she couldn’t help flicking her tongue at the head every time he grazed her mouth.

“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna fucking come all over you.” He pulled out, fisted himself, and pumped furiously. With a feral look in his eyes, he painted her breasts with his ecstasy. When he finished, he caressed her with one hand, while the other slid between her legs. A few strokes around her clit were enough to light her fuse.

Her back arched off the mattress, and her hips pumped against his hand as her orgasm burst from deep within, rocking her body, and making her writhe.

Once her ass hit the mattress, she stared up at the ceiling as her body pulsed. When he got up, she felt the loss of him. She felt vulnerable and raw. Totally exposed.

She wanted him back.

She wanted him to hold her.

She wanted to sleep in the same bed and cuddle up to him.

But he doesn’t like that.

A memory hit her. In the cabin, he said he didn’t snuggle, and yet, she’d awakened to him wrapped around her.

He didn’t snuggle to protect himself from getting attached. If he fucked a woman and walked out the door, there’d be no disappointment. No misreading the signs.

He came back with a warm, wet washcloth and cleaned her. Then, he pulled back the covers and got in the bed.

Should she leave? They hadn’t talked about spending the night.

He reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I can hear you.”

“I’m not saying anything.”

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