Page 63 of Lemon Crush

All I heard was that he was opening an all you-can-eat satisfaction buffet and he wanted me to be his only customer.

I’d better be his only customer.

“You talk a big game, Hudson,” I panted and rocked against his hand, knowing I was close. Something amazing was right out of reach and I. Just. Needed. To get there.

“It’s not talk if I deliver.”

He curled his fingers, pressing his thumb against my clit in exactly the right way, and then the world started tilting and quaking all around me. His mouth barely covered mine in time to mute my shouts as I rode out my orgasm, coming so hard I saw spots. Or maybe they were stars. I worried I might actually pass out from the intensity of my climax. A blackout orgasm. Was that a thing? I needed to look it up later.

I’d thought they were exaggerating—the people who said the sex was so good it nearly killed them. Who swore they didn’t need a vibrating massager, a few glasses of wine or half a bottle of heated lube to get them where they were going, the way I always had.

The way Iusedto.

Wade had done this to me with one kiss and one very talented hand in the middle of his place of business. It was the best sex I’d ever had, and we both still had all our clothes on. The thought of what he could accomplish with the rest of his body, more time and a bed was worth any regrets I might have about this later.

He lifted his mouth and pressed a kiss on my temple, murmuring incomprehensibly against my skin as he gently moved my hand away from his erection.

I wanted to reciprocate. I was about to offer when he tensed against me and I heard male voices echoing through the garage.

“Sounds like Dalton’s got company. Might be a customer,” he rasped.

My legs dropped weakly from his hips and he helped me to my feet, supporting me when my knees started to buckle.

“Oops.” My face flushed with embarrassment.

And post-O pride. Don’t lie.

Iwasfeeling a little full of myself.

Who had two thumbs and could finally relate to the lyrics toAfternoon Delight?

This girl.

“Gus?”

I glanced up and bit the inside of my cheek. He was wound up tight, his jaw clenched, his cheeks flushed and his eyes bright with need.For me. I wanted to drag him home for another round, one that would focus entirely on him. “Yes, Boss Babysitter Motor Daddy?”

The hand on my arm turned caressing. “How would you feel if I told you I wanted this to happen again?”

Did he think I’d argue? “I’d feel like I was about to say the same thing. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready to go.”

His smile was tight but genuine. “I’m still serious about taking my time with you. I’ll make you come whenever you ask, but I don’t want us rushing into more until we’re both ready for it.”

“You don’t want to rush…into sex?”

“There are a hell of a lot of ways for me to give you pleasure, August. You asked what I wanted? I’d like to try all of them.”

That sounded too good to be true. “I’m game. As long as you let me return the favor.”

He shook his head slowly. “That’s not what I’m talking about. This isn’t another favor swap. I give and you take for now. That’s the deal.”

The words hit me like a drug, making me sway a little with their potency. The thought of lying back and letting him showerme with his orgasm-inducing magic without worrying about anything else was the stuff fantasies were made of.

But letting him give me pleasure without being able to return it? It flew squarely in the face of my entire sexual history and my own sense of fair play. “Do you not want me touching you?”

“I can only think of one thing I want more,” he said, his voice graveled and deep. “And that’s getting the chance to watch you let go, without needing to give back twice as much as you take. Exploring you without getting distracted. Touching you and seeing what makes you moan. What turns you on.”

“Everything you’ve done so far turns me on,” I told him honestly. “Everything you’re saying works too. Except for the part where I don’t get to explore you right back.”

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