Page 60 of Almost Love

“Did I get you all hot and bothered, Oak?”

“Always.”

Being confident in her body and knowing her worth was one thing, but having someone be that earnest about their physical reaction and feelings for her? That was unexpected. She stayed on her knees, watching him watch her, because it felt good to know that she had this kind of control over the man. He licked his lips and lifted his gaze to hers, and she was taken aback by the unfiltered lust in his eyes. Her heart was racing and she suddenly felt short of breath.

“Get a little closer,” he mumbled. “Are you comfortable like that?”

“I thought men liked it when women were on their knees.”

He groaned, dragging his free hand over his face. “Clem…Jesus, sometimes the things that you say.”

“I might not have a lot of experience, but I know what people want. Or at least what romance novels think they want.”

“What do those books say we want?”

“Mad, passionate fucking with lots of oral sex. Lots of really big dicks too. I don’t get it, why do women want to feel like they’re being ripped apart by twelve inches?”

His head dropped forward as he laughed, the sound so beautiful. She was glad that her rambling when unsure of what to do was amusing him.

“You’re trouble, chef.”

She lifted a shoulder in a shrug, still on her knees because this was new for her. What was she expected to do? Except when Oakley dragged his hand up his dick, her thighs clenched. The warmth had shifted to a wetness in her core and she bit down on her bottom lip to keep back the sound that was building in her chest. She watched intently as his dick thickened, the vein was now definitely pulsing. A shudder shot through her and she shifted on the bed to stave off the sparks running up and down her spine.

“May I?” The words spilled out of her and his hand stilled.

“I thought I was teachingyouhow to masturbate?”

“I want to know what you feel like.”

“Okay,” he said softly.

Clementine put her hand in his extended one and let him guide her fingers around his shaft. She felt him twitch against her palm, the heat of him seeping into her skin. She wrapped her hand around him fully and he made a sound in the back of his throat that echoed through her bedroom. With her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, she scooted forward until she was close enough to see the dark flecks of green in his eyes. Slowly, she dragged her hand down his length until her fist bumped against his.

Their eyes met briefly as she twisted her hand and slid it back up before pulling away. “How often do you do this?”

“Every night.”

“While you think about me.”

“Yes,” he whispered. “Does that bother you?”

She shook her head, because shewasflattered. The idea that this man thought about her while he got himself off, that he was turned on by her…it was all so much more than she expected. “I like that you think of me,” she said instead.

“It’ll only be you for a while.”

She couldn’t help the eye roll that followed, or the way her body shuddered when he laughed. He was so…perfect. Despite her best efforts, he had wormed his way into her life.

“My turn?”

Oakley hummed and she shifted onto her ass, stretching her legs over his and scooted forward. His eyes were fixed on the spot between her thighs, his hand still moving along his dick. She had looked at her vagina a few times in the past, but she didn’t know what had changed in the last few years. Judging by the way he was staring, she would safely assume that he liked what he saw.

“I uh…I’m assuming you know how your pussy works.”

Her body clenched at the casual way he saidpussy, but nodded. While he watched, she touched each part and named it. When she was done, his eyes danced with amusement.

“What?”

“I love that you know the scientific term for everything.”

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