Page 21 of Just the Wrong Twin

“But I was going to…” she began and Nate shook his head.

“Slow would have been completely shot then,” he said, giving her an intent look. “And you don’t have to do that.”

Sonia was confused. Giving head had always been part of sex in her experience. “Don’t you like it?”

Nate’s gaze hardened. “It’s not about what I like. Sex isn’t about obligation or debt. It’s about feeling good, about pleasing each other.” She might have argued but he silenced her with a look. “It’s about what we both like and what we like together. You don’t owe me that. If you like it, that’s one thing, but I’m not sure you do.”

She fell silent then, caught and uncertain what to say.

Meanwhile, Nate slid his hand down her side and under her panties, then swept them down her legs. Sonia froze, because he had to see her scar, but Nate’s expression didn’t change. Maybe he hadn’t noticed it. He held her gaze and smiled with satisfaction as he settled his weight between her thighs. “This is the part where I prove the merit of slow,” he murmured, eyes glinting.

“That’s not consistent.”

“It’s totally consistent because I love going down on women.” He shook his head and spoke with conviction. “There’s nothing sexier in the world.”

Once again, Sonia didn’t know what to say. “What about my shoes?”

That wicked grin flashed. “Definitely leave them on.”

Sonia might have laughed but instead she caught her breath as Nate bent over her. His shoulders were broad and so muscled that they held her knees apart. Sonia glimpsed the twinkle in his eyes, then felt his breath upon her. If he’d noticed the scar, he didn’t care—which meant she didn’t have to worry about it anymore. She closed her eyes as his mouth locked over her then moaned as his tongue…oh, his tongue made magic.

He began so slowly that she knew he was going to make it excruciating—wonderful and excruciating—and she hoped she didn’t lose it too soon and disappoint him.

Afterward, she definitely had to get even.

But for the moment, she felt pampered and admired, and Nate, she was sure, knew exactly what he was doing.

Sonia closed her eyes and leaned back, submitting to the pleasure he was determined to give.

* * *

And Sonia thoughtshe wasn’t a temptress.

Nate would have laughed out loud if he hadn’t been so busy. She had definite shortfalls in her understanding of her own powers. She was every fantasy come to life, gorgeous, sensual and enthusiastic. He already knew that once wasn’t going to be enough and was glad she’d already insisted on another round.

In the meantime, he was going to make this one last as long as he could.

What was the scar from? Nate had never seen one like it. It had been hidden beneath the elastic of her panties and he’d thought at first that the elastic had dug into her skin, but the line was too deep and went all the way around her. The panties had slipped off easily, so they weren’t the issue.

Was the scar the reason that she wanted it to be dark?

What was her history? There was something in her posture when she’d moved to replace her hand with her mouth, something that had warned Nate that she felt she owed him oral sex, not that she wanted to do it.

And he was so done with obligations in bed.

He teased Sonia, taking her to the brink then backing off, over and over again so that her excitement built higher and higher. He loved the honesty of her response, that she seemed incapable of pretending. It was as if no one had ever made love to her before, as if she was enjoying it for the first time and was overwhelmed. He could feel her pulse and the heat rising beneath her skin, but she also moaned and whispered incoherently, a combination that he found really hot. He was determined to make this her best orgasm ever and when he felt her nails dig into his shoulders, he knew she was close.

“Don’t stop this time,” she whispered with urgency. “Throw me right over the edge.”

“Or else?”

“Or else I’ll make you pay for it,” she said fiercely and Nate believed her.

“Good luck with that,” he murmured against her skin. He flicked his tongue against her and she moaned, then thrashed.

“I can’t stand it!”

“I’ll make you.”

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