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Instead, I’m trying to figure out how I can get my hungry cock deep inside her tight curvy body without busting her wounds up.
It’s wrong. And I know it, but when she wraps those slender sexy fingers around me, I do nothing but shudder. “We have to be careful. You’re injured…”
“You can fix me. You’ve already proven that.”
I laugh at her. At the insanity of the moment. “You’re crazy.”
“Only a little.” She smiles and chuckles darkly. “Okay, maybe a lot.”
I lean up and kiss her. Slowly and gently. Because if I don’t slow down, the animal in me is going to gain control of the situation. And I’ll give in to the dangerous urge to flip her under me and claim her with vicious, pounding thrusts.
Slow is better. And just as I wanted, she melts into me, still and soft, as her delicate hand circles my throbbing erection.
This tender, quiet Simona is far from the snappy, glaring woman who sat across the seat from me a few hours ago. I’m not sure which I like better. Or maybe I love them both.
Kissing along her silky-smooth cheek, then pressing my mouth against her neck, I inhale the scent that’s been driving me wild since I got on the plane with her in Utah.
While everyone else rambled and ranted about this and that, my mind was wandering down roads that all headed to one place. Her tight heat wrapped around me.
I just didn’t picture it like this.
Hell, I thought it would be more of a battle to win her over.
More chase. More convincing her that I’m not the devil.
But I’m happy as hell that I have the chance right now to explore the delicate curve of her ear with my mouth. “You can hate me another time. Right now, let’s forget whatever hang-up you have with doctors and men.”
She smiles against my lips. “I have a feeling I’m going to like your manhood.”
“That’s my intent.”
Touching her feels so damned good. It burns away all the ugliness in the world. Skin like perfect velvet covers her narrow waist. I glide my hand to her hip, then trace down the fold of her thigh to the vee between her legs.
Simona murmurs something in a language I don’t know, as I brush my fingers over her hot, wet labia. “So juicy. Like a perfect peach.”
She shivers at my touch as her eyes drift closed. Oh, yes indeed. I like her like this.
“There’s a condom in my wallet. Thanks to some patron saint of sex looking out for us.”
“That’s good, but I’ve got an implant, so we could....”
“I know about the implant.”
Her pale blue eyes refocus on mine. “How?”
“I felt it in your arm.”
“You really did look me over…”
“I did, but I haven’t seen this mysterious tattoo on your labia…”
She giggles and I slide her off of my lap and drop to my knees on the floor in front of her incredible body. I nip at her belly as I smooth over a lingering tan line. And below that, my focus lands on her clean-shaved, mouthwateringly sexy pussy. “I think I should have a look. With my tongue.”
That shocks a little gasp out of her. “God, you’re so dirty—” But her words vanish when I swipe my tongue over her clit and swirl it around that tiny bundle of nerves.
The fingers of her free hand, the one that’s not bound in the sling, curl into my short-cropped hair.
With the back of my hand, I lift her thigh until her knee is resting on the bed. “Just like that, open for me, my sexy Sprite.”