Page 18 of Just One Silver Fox

“Compare and contrast what?” he whispered, his voice a low rumble and a vibration that she felt.

“Fast and slow.”

“You won’t just trust me?”

Before she could reply, Nate’s fingertips eased beneath the elastic of her panties and slid into her wet heat. He held her captive against the wardrobe, but she knew she could make him step back with a single word or touch. His mouth closed over her nipple again, working it to a peak through the satin, and his fingers caressed her with slow persuasiveness. It felt so good. Sonia parted her legs, tipped her head back and closed her eyes, powerless to protest.

This was pure paradise.

Three

Nate had all the questions.

Why did Sonia want to do it in the dark?

Why did she prefer it fast?

Why wouldn’t she let him remove her bra?

Why had she been nervous about bringing him home?

His questions had questions. If Sonia hadn’t been so responsive to his touch, if she hadn’t been making those little incoherent sounds, if it hadn’t seemed as if she was discovering the pleasure of making love for the first time, Nate might have cut bait and walked away. But her reaction couldn’t have been faked and he was snared in the spell of Sonia. It was too late for him to easily step away from the temptation she offered.

He didn’t know what she’d gone through and she wasn’t likely to tell him. All Nate could do was argue the case for mutual satisfaction to the best of his abilities.

He kissed her ear, then her throat, trailing a line of kisses back to her mouth with devastating slowness. His right arm was around her waist, holding her close, and he watched her. Her eyes were closed and her expression rapturous.

And he’d only just begun.

Sonia stirred and surveyed him, then wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her fingers through his hair and grabbing a fistful of it. Nate liked the way she tugged on it, pulling him closer.

“Would it still count as once?” she asked suddenly and Nate had no clue what she was talking about.

“What?” he asked, grazing her nipple with his teeth.

She gasped and tightened her grip on his hair. “If we did it again. You said one-and-done.”

“We haven’t even finished the first time,” he murmured. “You’re in too much of a hurry.”

“You’re not in enough of a hurry,” she complained, squirming against his fingers and he chuckled.

“Trust me,” he whispered, then captured her lips beneath his own again. Their kiss was hot and hungry, so slow and thorough that Nate wasn’t sure how he’d stand it. She brushed her fingertips across the front of his trousers, against his erection, and he moved away a little, knowing he wouldn’t last if she caressed him. “No rush,” he whispered.

“Don’t cheat me,” she whispered fiercely and he grinned.

“Not a chance.” His fingers slipped inside her, his thumb pressing against her in a way that made her catch her breath. Then he flicked his thumb across her clitoris and Sonia moaned, a sound that came from the depths of her soul and set his own on fire.

“But after we do,” she said, her voice strained. “Is that one-and-done or can we do it twice before you go?”

“It depends.”

“On what?”

“Timing.” Nate bent and took her nipple in his mouth again, teasing it the same way he tormented her clitoris.

“Same weekend?” she managed to ask.

Nate shook his head, holding her nipple captive so it tugged a bit, then flicked his tongue across the peak. “That would be twice.” He turned his attention to the other nipple.

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