Page 63 of You've Got Male

She felt herself actually blush, like she was eighteen again and discovering that her crush was crushing back.

“You’ve gotten even better,” she said, dancing her fingers down his pecs to his abs, playing with the line of hair that disappeared beneath his shorts. She popped the button and toyed with the zipper. “It must be all that yard work,” she teased.

“Or maybe I had someone I wanted to impress.”

Her heart fluttered to a stop. Had she heard him correctly? Was she part of the reason behind his transformation? And if so, what did that mean for their arrangement?

“Stop overthinking it,” he said. “You’re an impressive woman, so I wanted to impress you.”

Not wanting to read too much into that, she ran her fingers over his bulge and felt it swell beneath her hand. “Color me impressed.”

“Sunshine, the impressing has just begun.”

Evie groaned as he impressed his way down her neck to her shoulder. Using his teeth, he tugged her bra strap down her arm, then kissed his way across to the other side and with a gentle tug her bra fell low enough that her nipples were freed. Beneath his warm breath, they tightened into buds.

He took his time worshipping them and, leaving her bra in disarray, he kissed his way down her stomach, swirling his tongue around her belly button. His hands did some worshipping, too, making it clear he was an ass man. Gripping two handfuls, he straightened up and lifted her, right on to the edge of the table.

Without missing a beat, he wrapped a foot around the leg ofthe chair and drew it to him and then took a seat, his mouth unceasing. He ran his hands up her thighs, yanking them farther apart so that she was on full display. With any other man she’d be self-conscious, but with Jonah she felt beautiful. Desired.

Perfect.

It had been a long time since she felt perfect at anything. But in this moment, in the here and now, she gave in to the perfection. Reveled in it.

She spread her legs as wide as they’d go. “Go on. Impress me.”

“You’d better hold on to something.”

No teasing, no games. Jonah ran his tongue right up the center of her lace thong and Evie’s head fell back on a moan. He licked again, then yanked the lace to the side, exposing her.

“Hold this, baby,” he said, taking one of her hands and placing it on lace so that she could pull it to the side. “Just like that.”

He settled in, like he was there for the long haul, then began to feast, baring his tongue against her most sensitive part. He set a pace that had her back arching and her core tightening. The perfect combination of flicks, licks, and scrapes that drove her crazy.

There was that word again.

She squeezed her thighs against his head to increase the friction and had to brace herself with her hands as she rode his mouth. But it still wasn’t enough.

“Faster,” she said.

Not only did he go faster, he added a finger to the mix. Then another. She felt the heat rising in her core, through her chest, and out to her fingertips. Her breath came in short bursts, her hips bucking, and she felt the steam rise higher and higher like a pressure cooker until she exploded. Hard and fast, her orgasm tore through her, her core coiling and spasming to the point of pain, until that pain turned into pleasure.

He rode it out with her until the very last tremor. And whenher eyes began to refocus, he winked—and started rebuttoning his shorts.

“I thought we were—”

“I don’t have a condom,” he said, his jaw tight with sexual frustration. “I didn’t come over here thinking that—”

“I don’t have any, either,” she admitted. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t help you with this.” She cupped him with her hand and squeezed.

“You don’t have to.”

She stood and shoved him back in the chair. “I want to. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”

He hesitated, his body wound so tight she knew that one touch and he’d crack. So she ran her fingers up over the ridge and traced back down the length. “Let me make you feel good, Jonah.”

She tugged at his shorts and with a rough chuckle, he lifted up enough that she slid them down his legs, along with his boxer-briefs. She was more than impressed—she was gobsmacked. He was massive.

He wrapped his fist around his girth, as if trying to ease the pressure, then gave a smooth pump. Her mouth watered.

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