Page 74 of Beyond the Badge: Nox

He continued to get it done by giving her mound a squeeze, then releasing it to cup both her breasts and test their weight. He kneaded them with his strong, firm fingers.

Yes, yes, yes!That was more like it.

She dropped her head back until it rested on his collarbone. “Nox…”

She realized he couldn’t answer because of the condom still held between his teeth. Or at least, he couldn’t answer with words, but actions, on the other hand…

When he tugged and pulled on her nipples, she swore there was an invisible line directly connected from where he was touching to her clenching pussy. Every tweak and twist caused her to become even wetter.

Not to mention, more eager to have sex with the man behind her.

Since she was now at the point where she’d be extremely disappointed if he bolted, she needed to move this along so he would be past the point where that might happen.

Because if he ran now, she’d chase him down and tackle him. Her neighbors might get an eyeful, but,hey, they’d deserve it for not minding their own damn business.

Pulling one of his hands free, she slapped it back on her mound. Her breasts and nipples weren’t her only parts needing attention.

A loud, relieved sigh escaped her when he finally slipped a finger between her slick folds and stroked her gently.

Unfortunately, it still wasn’t enough for her. He was being too gentle. Too tentative. Like he was working his way back into the groove.

He very well might be.

She’d give him some leeway, but… “Can we move to the bed?”

When she heard a muffled, “No,” it made her suck in a breath to keep her patience.

Damn.It hit her then, why he didn’t want to move to the bed and wanted her to face the door. He didn’t want her to facehim.

This moment was a major step for him, and she understood why he wouldn’t want to look her in the eyes while taking it.

Making eye contact during sex was a very intimate action, so she shouldn’t take it as a personal insult. How he was handling this wasn’t because of her but because of himself. It might be the only way he could get through it.

This time he’d be “breaking the seal.” Maybe next time he had sex, it would be easier for him.

The next, even easier. Until he could be intimate with a woman without guilt weighing him down or making him question his choices.

When she thought back, she realized it had taken over three years after Mark died before she even considered accepting a date. Even longer before she had sex with anyone.

Then, she met Jason…

Fuck Jason. He didn’t even deserve a thought. That asshole wasn’t in the room with her, Nox was.

Of course, thinking about Jason made her more determined than ever to avoid accidentally getting pregnant during this encounter. Even though she was on birth control, she should have him wrap it twice to be safe…

She really didn’t want to raise three kids on her own…

“Liyah…”

She shook herself mentally. “Yes?”

“Am I hurting you?”

“No?” Why would he think that?

“You’re tense.”

She needed to get out of her head. To do that, he needed to get busy. “What happened to the condom?”

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