Page 52 of Hidden Hero

He’d used the term “babe” earlier, but at this moment, she loved that he used her name. It drove home the point that she wasn’t random. He knew who he was with and wanted to be withher.

Then a sigh left his lips, and her brow furrowed. He shifted over to the side, but she kept her arms around him, holding his gaze.

“I don’t want to stop,” he said.

“Then why are you?”

“Because I don’t want us just to be about sex. I want to take you out to dinner. I want to take you on a date. I want to spend time getting to know more about you. You deserve that, Cora.”

She continued to hold his gaze as they lay side by side, their legs tangled and their arms wrapped around each other. His words moved deep inside, and while she appreciated his honesty, she knew he deserved honesty from her in return.

“I do want to go on a date with you. I do want to go out to dinner and fix you a meal. I want to take time to get to know you because you deserve that, too.”

His lips curved slightly, and he nodded. His hold around her body loosened, and he started to roll to his back.

“I’m not finished, Jeremy.”

His movements halted instantly, and now his brow crinkled as he looked at her, waiting.

No words were spoken for a moment, and then she smiled. Moving quickly, she rolled toward him, pushing his back to the mattress as she swung a leg over and straddled his hips. “I do want all those things with you. But unless you tell me to stop now, I also want this.”

The words barely left her lips when she reached down and jerked her T-shirt over her head, tossing it behind her, not caring where it landed. Now, clad only in satin panties, she leaned forward and placed her hands on his shoulders. Her hair created a curtain around them, and her breasts hung toward him, tantalizing and teasing.

It appeared he’d stopped breathing as his gaze roved from her eyes to her lips to her breasts. She could’ve sworn the impressive bulge pressed against her sex lengthened even more. She wiggled, and the friction nearly had her come before they’d gone any further. “Oh God, you feel so good,” she moaned.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered, the air sounding painful as it left his lungs. His fingers were gripping her hips, and they tightened before gliding over her waist and up to cup her breasts. Her breasts were neither overly large nor small, but she loved the way they filled his hands and her sensitive nipples responded to his thumbs circling the buds.

She leaned closer, moving up just enough that when he lifted his head, his mouth sealed over a nipple, and he swirled his tongue around the tip before sucking hard enough to make her gasp as the jolts of electricity found the connection straight to her core. He alternated sucking and blowing cool breath over the flesh, her nipples puckering even more.

He moved between her breasts, and her desperate need for friction against her sex had her unashamedly rubbing against his cock.

Finally, she groaned, “Too many clothes.”

“Hell, yeah,” he managed to say in return.

He lifted her easily with his hands on her waist, and they rolled to the side. He scooted to the edge of the bed, then snagged his jeans from the floor, rummaging in the pockets. By the time he pulled a condom packet out, she had hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down her legs. Now completely naked, she lifted her hands over her head, allowing his gaze to drag from her head to her toe, taking in every inch of her body.

“Damn, babe, you’re killing me.”

“I hope that’s not what’s happening here.” She laughed.

Grinning, he nodded. “Me, either.”

He shucked his boxers, and for the first time, she was able to see just how impressive his erection was. The man was well endowed, and while she’d never been a woman who compared penises, she was eager to explore every inch… and have every inch explore her.

“Can I do the honors?” she asked, holding her hand out.

He handed her the condom, then stood at the side of the bed as his cock bobbed forward. She lifted on her knees and scooted closer. His shaft was warm, silk-covered steel, and once he was sheathed, their gazes latched onto each other once more. She was eager, and if his expression was anything to go by, so was he.

He gently pushed her back, then grabbed her ankles and dragged her to the edge of the bed. Dropping to his knees, he latched his mouth over her sex, his tongue dancing around the edges before plunging inward. She hadn’t expected him to go down on her. She didn’t have much experience in this area, and she found some men were uninterested. But right now, as her head fell back against the mattress and her knees spread wider, her fingers dragged through his hair, and he’d barely begun before her orgasm hit. He continued to suck and gently pinched her swollen nub, and she cried out unashamedly.

She came down from her release and looked up. Uncertain she could control her body until all the senses returned, she started to push up. He kept hold of her ankles, dragging her closer to the edge until her sex was right in front of the tip of his cock. Realizing he was going to remain standing, she grinned.

He lined the tip to her entrance, rubbing it back and forth in her juices, then slid inside. His head dropped back for a second, and he groaned. “Jesus, Cora, you feel like heaven,” he moaned as he slid in, fully seated.

She held her breath for only a second, then smiled. She had been right. The size of his erection reached places she’d never felt before. And strangely, she felt her heart beat faster and didn’t think it had anything to do with just sex. It had everything to do with the man standing before her, putting her needs first.

He bent over her body, his hands gently kneading her breasts as he continued to thrust. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her breath hitching with the depth he reached. She dragged her gaze reluctantly from his face to where his cock disappeared inside her body, and when she looked up, she found he had done the same.

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