Page 61 of The Holiday Heartbreaker

Never.

It was slick and hot and streaked through her like lightning. This need. It was everything. A symphony of desire that she had never known her body could play. She had thought she was the problem. It wasn’t her.

It wasn’t her.

Whether or not she was going to come wasn’t even a concern.

She was honestly concerned she would come too soon and embarrass herself.

That’s men, she reminded herself.

Women can come as often as they want to.

Not her. Never before. One and done, if she was lucky.

But then her internal monologue was interrupted yet again when he pushed two fingers inside of her, continuing to devour her like an insatiable beast.

She gasped and rocked her hips faster against his mouth, luxuriating in the moment. In the feeling. She wanted... She needed...

And then she broke apart. Shattered like a thin glass windowpane, all that she was, disintegrating.

“Brody,” she called out. “Brody.”

And then she needed him to stop because she was too sensitive. It was too much. But he kept on going, kept on devouring her like she was the rarest of delicacies and he was a starving man.

She reached her peak again, bracing herself by flattening her palms against the mattress, trying to keep from dissolving.

He lifted his head, and smiled.

It was the single most erotic thing she had ever seen. Him in that position, right between her legs, grinning at her, the acknowledgment of what he’d just done so clear.

“That was as good as I thought. Better.”

“You really...” But she couldn’t quite make her mouth form words, because she had lost her mind utterly and completely, and she couldn’t seem to find it again. She melted into the mattress, laying her head back, and throwing her arm over her eyes. And then she felt him, looming above her. She moved her arm. And he grinned, before dipping down to kiss her.

“You are so sexy,” he said. “I’ve been fantasizing about getting you out of your clothes since the first moment I saw you. So prim and proper, and damn, I wanted to mess you up.”

She shivered, and impossibly, she felt desire rising inside of her again. There was no way. There was no way that she could have another orgasm after the two that had just taken her by storm.

And then suddenly, a bereft look crossed his expression. “I don’t have a condom.”

Relief surged through her. “I’m on the pill,” she said. “And I haven’t been with anybody in a very long time.”

“I always use condoms,” he said.

And she knew it wasn’t a refusal, but a promise he was safe too.

“Great.”

She would have said yes to him no matter what he’d said just then. She realized that wasn’t responsible. But she didn’t feel responsible. Not now. The hot, sexy cowboy that was taking her to bed in the middle of the afternoon was not about responsibility.

This was about making the sexiest mistake she had ever even considered making in her entire life. She was boneless, she was replete with desire, and yet she wanted him again. Wanted him more. Wanted everything. She needed him inside of her. Now.

“Please,” she said, the plea coming out as a sob.

He shrugged his jeans off, and what she saw was the most beautiful sight she’d ever beheld. His whole body was a work of art. Sculptured muscle and just the right amount of dark hair. His chest was well defined, his waist narrow, his abs...

She had not thought that men were like this outside the movies. She really hadn’t. And she had Captain America in bed with her.

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