Certified Male by Kristin Hardy Page B

when he had her shuddering, crying out mindlessly, just when she could feel the climax looming, he moved away.
    â€œDon’t stop,” she cried raggedly, the pressure of the unrealized orgasm pounding through her.
    â€œI’m not. I’m just changing gears.” Breathing hard, Del slid off to stand beside the high bed. She felt a little thrill as he pulled her to the edge, stepping close enough to stretch her legs up the length of his torso, her ankles hooked over his shoulders. Stiff and hard, his cock jerked just a little with arousal as he sheathed it. Then he took the head of it and slid it into the slick cleft between her legs, running it up and down a few times, each brush of the smooth skin against her engorged clitoris making her gasp.
    â€œOh, like that,” she rasped, but he shook his head.
    â€œI think you’re resourceful enough to do it for yourself,” he murmured and in that instant pumped his hips to slide into her up to the root.
    Thick, hard, solid, it dragged a cry from her. Moving against him, she savored every bit of friction as his cock slid in and out, in and out. She trembled on the edge of orgasm.
    But she didn’t quite go over. It was taunting to feel so much, to have his hands sliding up and down her legs and still have her desire remain unslaked.
    She had to do something or she’d go mad. She needed hands on her breasts, needed something to ease the throb. One hand crept closer to the vee between her legs. When her finger slid into the warm wetness, when she felt the slide of it over the hard knob of her clitoris, she gasped.
    â€œOh, yeah, touch yourself,” Del said softly, and Gwen swore he got harder. “Show me what you like.” He caughther ankles and moved them apart a little, watching her avidly, watching himself move in and out of her.
    Any vestige of self-consciousness was gone. Gwen circled her finger over her clit, each touch tightening the tension that strung her taut, each touch in time with the hard, swift strokes of his cock. She was almost delirious with the sensation that battered her from all directions. Close to the edge, she was so close she didn’t think but raised her free hand to her breast, brushing the tender skin, squeezing the nipple.
    â€œOh, man,” Del cried out raggedly, even as the bolt of sensation flung her over the edge to orgasm. It was hard, jolting, tearing staccato cries from her as the pleasure battered her over and over again. And even as she was still shuddering with pleasure, he groaned and spilled himself.
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    S OFTNESS . W ARMTH . D EL R EDMOND woke to find his face pressed against a fragrant spill of hair, his arms full of silky, curvy woman. It wasn’t an experience he’d had very much of since his divorce two years before. Or very much the year or so before his divorce, come to think of it. He liked it, the way Nina fit in his arms, spooned against him. He liked it a lot.
    As to the night before, well, it had been mind-blowing, pure and simple. The way she’d touched him, the way she’d moved, had brought him astonishing release. The two of them might not know each other from Adam outside of bed, but in it they were incredibly compatible.
    Of course, he was in Vegas to work, not to have a fling with a woman. Then again, so long as he got the job done, who was to care? And this wasn’t just any woman. This was a woman who attracted him, who aroused him.
    Who intrigued him.
    A low whine had him glancing at the nightstand to seehis muted cell phone flashing. Recognizing the number, he gave a quiet curse and slipped his arm out from under Nina. She rolled over with a sleepy murmur, dragging the covers with her.
    Del rose and headed to the bathroom. “Redmond here,” he said, closing the door and sitting down on the edge of the tub.
    â€œIt’s ten-thirty in the morning. Where’s your copy, Redmond?”
    â€œMorning, Perry, how are you?” Del could