Page 38 of A Way Out
“Accurate is what it was.”
She was right. They both knew it. He hoped she didn’t want to dissect the reasons behind his push and pull. It might kill the mood. It might make him change his mind about what he knew damn well was going to happen if she climbed into this bed.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked needlessly. She wouldn’t be standing a foot from his bed if she weren’t.
She flipped her shirt over her head and dropped it onto the floor, showing him a cute pink bra with dainty lace around the edges.
Guess she was sure.
Wordlessly, he lifted the sheet, inviting her to slide in next to him. She shoved her leggings down her legs. Naturally, her panties matched her bra.
She was so beautiful, standing there with the bathroom light haloing her, her smooth dark hair down around her shoulders, the look on her face drunken, even though he knew she’d nursed a single glass of wine all evening.
His dick pulsed. His abs rippled. He barely held himself back from lunging across the short distance and pulling her into the bed with him.
She had to come willingly or not at all.
She closed the distance and slid into bed. “It’s been so long, I’m not sure I remember what to do,” she whispered.
He didn’t ask her to expound. He didn’t want to hear about any other men in her life, especially not her ex-husband. There was a reason she’d married the man. She had to have been in love with him once.
Oz didn’t want her to think about that when he was about to lean in for a kiss.
She met him halfway, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, her mouth opening, her tongue sweeping over his lip ring.
She definitely remembered how to do this.
He groaned into her mouth, rolling her onto her back and covering her with his body, dragging his hardened dick along her seam. He needed a little relief, and he wanted to tease her with what was to come.
She arched and let her legs fall open.
He was officially a goner.
Chapter Fourteen
Oz’s body felt exactly as she’d been fantasizing. Hard. Strong. Smooth. Tantalizing.
Maria wrapped her arms around his back, her hands splayed on his hot, bare skin. His tongue thrust into her mouth while his hips rotated, the thin barriers of his boxers rasping against her silky panties.
“Maria.” Her name, whispered across his lips, was an aphrodisiac. She moaned.
“Shhh,” he said into her ear. “We have to be quiet. We don’t want to wake anyone.”
Especially Riley. The child had never stumbled upon her parents having sex, and Maria certainly didn’t need to break that streak now.
Oz bit her ear. Not hard, but with enough insistence to pull her attention back to the task at hand. Then he licked the sting, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning again.
He trailed kisses across her cheek, back to her mouth, that silver hoop a mind-bending contrast of cool hardness compared to his soft, warm lips. He kissed her deeply, thoroughly, before pushing himself up onto his forearms and staring down at her like he was admiring a priceless treasure. He wasn’t even touching her—okay, okay, his hips were still doing that slow rotation that was both torturous and delicious, but other than that, he was simply looking at her and she was growing more hot and more bothered by the nanosecond.
Arching, she thrust her breasts up impatiently. He dropped his gaze and grinned. Trailing a finger along the scalloped edge of her bra, he murmured, “Do these lovely ladies need some attention?”
“Yes.” It came out as a desperate gasp.
She knew she shouldn’t compare the two men—and she’d stop, right after this—but Vic had never talked in bed. He’d never told her she was beautiful or that he was enjoying himself or asked if she wanted him to touch her in a specific place.
She had no idea that talking during sex was so damn sexy.
Oz’s grin turned decidedly wicked before he dropped his head and followed the trail his finger had just taken—with his tongue.
