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His lips tipped up. “Not so hasty, Ruth. You said it would taketoo long,didn’t you? Sit still so I can finish, please.”

“Oh God,” I groaned, looking back down.

“Do my fingers here arouse you?” he asked, like he didn’t verywell know that answer.

I cinched my eyelids with a defiant glare. “No.”

“Oh,” he pressed his lips in a thinking gesture. “Alright.” Cal turned his hands so his gloved knuckles skimmed up the juncture of my thighs, across my pubic bone, and over my stomach. I sucked in a harsh breath, but he ignored me, coasting all the way to my breasts. The heat at my center went supernova hot, and I struggled to breathe evenly. He caressed a gentle touch around the outside curve of my breasts before his knuckles skimmed the tips of my erect nipples. I released a pained sound, and both my hands bunched the fabric of his shirt above his shoulders.

“Cal,” I eked out.

“I know you’re well aware of your own anatomy here,” he went on, ignoring my distress. He gently pinched my nipples between his bent fingers and thumbs. His thumbs flicked them idly, and sharp explosions of arousal traveled from my breasts to the increasingly sensitive center between my legs. Fluid swirled between my open legs, and I breathed out a moan.

“Cal.”

“But what you might not know,” he continued, and he pinched harder, “is the nerves here form a plexus—”

“Cal,” I growled again. I tightened my hold on his shirt, breathing hard and shifting in needy restlessness on his lap. “You made your point.”

He brought his lips to hover over mine, and the velvet softness of his gloves sent another electric shock to my pussy as he rolled his thumbs over the tips of my nipples. “Have youorgasmed yet?”

“No,” I moaned.

“Then we aren’t done.” He licked a line along my upper lip before kissing me softly. He moved languorously, cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples as he claimed my lips with a kiss that tightened that sun at my core into a dying star on the verge of explosion. I brought my hands to his face, pulling him into me like he might contain the sudden burst of need I couldn’t name or explain.

Cal’s left hand molded my breast in a soothing, massaging motion before he skimmed his palm against my nipple, and that sent such a strong ache between my legs, I let out a desperate sound. His right hand skimmed between my breasts and back down my navel. Breaking our kiss just enough to whisper against my lips he said, “Shall I quiz you, clever Ruth? Your turn. What is this?”

He skimmed the outer curve of my center. I moaned, tilting my head back. “I don’t know. Who knows that? Labia?”

“Outer, yes,” he grinned, clearly enjoying himself thoroughly. “And here?” He moved closer to that core of desire that yearned so desperately for his touch.

“Fuck, I don’t know. Inner labia?”

“Mhm,” he slicked his fingers up and down the drenched skin, bringing me gratification and torture in equal measures.

“Pretty sure you missed my clitoris,” I grated out urgently.

He chuckled, bending to drop a kiss on the side of my neck. “Here?” His fingers brushed against the sensitive bundle ofnerves, and I jumped before arching into his touch.

“Oh fuck.”

He pinched it between his first and middle finger, and moving up and down, he pulled the desire at my core so tight, I thought I might splinter. “Oh God, Cal. Please.” I clutched him, moving my hips in time with his fingers and winding up tighter than I thought possible. With each slide of his fingers, I felt my empty center clench with convulsive contractions I couldn’t control any more than I could control how helplessly I wanted him.

He rotated his hand, and slipping it between us, he dipped two fingers inside of me. I breathed out hard, curling inward. “Lean back,” he whispered. His left hand came around to the small of my back, and he supported my weight as I let my head tilt back. It gave him enough room for his fingers to retreat and then slide back inside of me. Something about him wearing gloves and fucking me with his fingers after giving me an anatomy lesson did insane things to my body.

Crazy things. Unbridled, reckless things. I closed my eyes, breathing hard as I tipped my hips to meet each of his slow, lazy thrusts. He added a firm press of his thumb against my clit, and my vision went white behind my closed eyes. I grabbed his shirt again. This time I couldn’t even form coherent words. He picked up his pace, pumping in and then out, faster and with a rhythm that begged my body to give in to the breaking point I was so rapidly approaching.

“Ruth,” Cal said, his voice husky and just asbreathless as mine.

He slowed, and I lowered my chin again, opening my eyes in dismay. “Wha-what?”

Bright, coastal green eyes captured my gaze. “Are you close?” He still moved his fingers in a slower tempo in and out, hooking up and then smoothing across sensitive nerves with his thumb on my clit. It was driving me absolutely insane.

“Yes, so please,” I gritted out with a glare. “Don’t. Stop.”

He slowed further with a mischievous tilt to his smile. “But you said forever.”

“Callum,” I snapped.