Page 49 of The Boyfriend Gamble

He plundered my mouth with his tongue, demanding in a way I would never have predicted. He thrust against me in a way that pretty much assured me he hadn’t done this before.

In response, I placed my hands on his hips to hold him steady.

A low moan came from his throat. He pulled back, gazing up at me. “I want you. I thought you wanted me, too.”

“I did. I do.” I drew in a breath. “But last time, we were wrong to do anything—”

He ducked his head. “I said I was sorry.”

“And I know you were. But we could’ve really hurt my sister. Neither of us knew she had this planned.” I swept my arm to encompass the room. “It’s a lot to take in.”

“Yeah, I suppose.” He eased his hand from around my neck and started to pull away.

“Hey, I didn’t mean it like that.” I snagged his hands and pulled them to my chest. “I’m just saying…” I hesitated. “Tell me if I’m wrong, but you don’t seem very experienced.”

He pinkened.

“Yeah, okay. So there’s nothing wrong with taking things slow.”

He blinked big brown eyes up at me. “What if I’m no good?”

My heart broke a little. “First, I won’t be comparing you—”

“Well, that’s good.” Just a touch of sarcasm.

I smiled. “We have to do things our own way.” I drew my finger down his smooth skin. How had I never seen him this way? Or had this attraction always been simmering just below the surface? I grasped his cheeks in my hand and drew him into a kiss.

This time, I did the plundering. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, searching out the recesses. Slowly, he eased himself against me. This time, I didn’t try to hold him away.

Capitulation.

And, as he brushed his erection against mine, I knew. Not just the physical—although that was pretty awesome—but that this was the way things were supposed to unfold. He’d always been destined to marry a Fogal. I just had to make certainIwas the Fogal he chose. I also had to hope he felt the same way.

I cupped his ass.

“Please, Jacob.” He pulled away from the kiss to nuzzle my neck. “I need to know.”

Which pretty much confirmed what I’d known—not only had he never done anything with Josie, he’d never done anything with anyone else. My mind screamedslow downwhile my cock demandednow, now, now. We had to land somewhere in the middle. I’d have to figure out what to do.

In turn, I bent my knees so I could nuzzle his neck.

He arched it back, giving me full exposure.

I’d never before wanted to claim in this primal way. I held back, though, deciding with my last functioning brain cell that sending him into the world with a hickey might not be the brightest choice.

His hand trailed down my chest and lower still. It stalled around my waist.

Ah.I snagged his wrist and gently guided him lower.

He curled his fingers around my denim-clad erection and squeezed.

I saw stars. And reveled in the headiness of knowing he’d never done this with anyone before. “Can I suck you?”

“Is that, like, a blow job?” The dark brown of his irises were nearly invisible with the blown pupils.

“Uh, yeah, that would be a blow job.”

He dragged his lower lip through his teeth. After a long moment of holding my gaze, he nodded.

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