protest. “What?”
She turned her head to look at him. “Think of it as a friendly gesture to keep you from going off the deep end. You just admitted that I’m torturing you.”
“Yeah, but—”
“Since it’s my fault for putting that thought in your mind and now you’re struggling with sexual frustration, then it seems only fair that I relieve your condition so that you can continue on about your business.”
He stared at her, his eagerness evident in the strained fabric of his jeans, but his gaze wary. “What…what about our plan not to get involved with each other?”
“I’m not proposing marriage, or even an affair.” The more she thought about this, the more she liked the idea. “I’m simply offering an answer to your problem. Nobody ever has to know.”
“I can’t believe you’re saying this.”
“Can you believe I would do it?”
His breathing quickened. “Yes, I sure as hell can, and that’s what’s driving me insane. I’ve had an X-rated movie going in my head ever since you broached the subject in the barn.”
Taking off her hat, she set it on the dash. Then she unbuckled her seat belt and turned toward him. “I should never have teased you with that remark. Let me make it up to you.”
“I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
She glanced at his crotch. “You’re being outvoted.”
“No surprise there.” His chest heaved as he dragged in a breath.
“It’s a reasonable solution.” She rested her hand on his thigh and felt the muscles bunch. Excitement churned through her at the thought of what she wanted to do. “And it won’t take long.”
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. “That’s a given.”
Slowly, as if approaching a wild animal, she reached for his zipper. “You need this, Clay.”
“Yes,” he murmured. As the zipper rasped in the stillness, he groaned. “Yes.”
H E COULDN’T BELIEVE HE WAS allowing her to do this, but the way she’d explained it made some crazy kind of sense. She was responsible for his inflamed state, and she’d suggested helping him out by performing exactly what she’d hinted was her specialty. If he didn’t take that pleasure now, he’d never have another chance.
She was right that no one ever had to know. He’d suffer through slivers under his fingernails before he’d tell anybody about this . He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned as she fumbled her way through the unveiling, and then…oh, man.
This was frickin’ incredible . Her warm fingers wrapped around what felt like the most intense hard-on he’d ever had in his life. She’d volunteered to ease his pain, and only an idiot would pass up the opportunity.
Grateful didn’t even begin to describe his state of mind. But when her breath whispered across the head of his cock, he had no state of mind. He had no mind, period.
He braced himself for contact, tightening his hands into fists and clenching his jaw. He’d always prided himself on his control, and he’d need every bit of it when she…ahhh…heaven. Her tongue. Licking. Stroking. Teasing. So good, so very, very… good . She deserved those bragging rights.
Someone moaned. Could’ve been him. He wanted to open his eyes. Didn’t dare. And yet, he wanted to see, wanted the visual. To keep forever.
Had to risk it. Had to look. Holding his breath, he watched the golden top of her head as she lowered her mouth down over his cock. Her hair curtained her face, tickling him as she lifted up again, curling into her mouth, getting in her way.
She pushed the damp strands away. Then she tried to pull her hair back with her free hand, but it wouldn’t stay. She made an impatient sound low in her throat.
The vibration from that sound nearly made him come, but he conquered the urge, because he knew what needed to be done. Unclenching both fists, he scooped her silky hair back and held it at the nape of her neck.
And now…now he could watch. Her cheeks hollowed and her eyelashes fluttered as she moved
She turned her head to look at him. “Think of it as a friendly gesture to keep you from going off the deep end. You just admitted that I’m torturing you.”
“Yeah, but—”
“Since it’s my fault for putting that thought in your mind and now you’re struggling with sexual frustration, then it seems only fair that I relieve your condition so that you can continue on about your business.”
He stared at her, his eagerness evident in the strained fabric of his jeans, but his gaze wary. “What…what about our plan not to get involved with each other?”
“I’m not proposing marriage, or even an affair.” The more she thought about this, the more she liked the idea. “I’m simply offering an answer to your problem. Nobody ever has to know.”
“I can’t believe you’re saying this.”
“Can you believe I would do it?”
His breathing quickened. “Yes, I sure as hell can, and that’s what’s driving me insane. I’ve had an X-rated movie going in my head ever since you broached the subject in the barn.”
Taking off her hat, she set it on the dash. Then she unbuckled her seat belt and turned toward him. “I should never have teased you with that remark. Let me make it up to you.”
“I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
She glanced at his crotch. “You’re being outvoted.”
“No surprise there.” His chest heaved as he dragged in a breath.
“It’s a reasonable solution.” She rested her hand on his thigh and felt the muscles bunch. Excitement churned through her at the thought of what she wanted to do. “And it won’t take long.”
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. “That’s a given.”
Slowly, as if approaching a wild animal, she reached for his zipper. “You need this, Clay.”
“Yes,” he murmured. As the zipper rasped in the stillness, he groaned. “Yes.”
H E COULDN’T BELIEVE HE WAS allowing her to do this, but the way she’d explained it made some crazy kind of sense. She was responsible for his inflamed state, and she’d suggested helping him out by performing exactly what she’d hinted was her specialty. If he didn’t take that pleasure now, he’d never have another chance.
She was right that no one ever had to know. He’d suffer through slivers under his fingernails before he’d tell anybody about this . He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned as she fumbled her way through the unveiling, and then…oh, man.
This was frickin’ incredible . Her warm fingers wrapped around what felt like the most intense hard-on he’d ever had in his life. She’d volunteered to ease his pain, and only an idiot would pass up the opportunity.
Grateful didn’t even begin to describe his state of mind. But when her breath whispered across the head of his cock, he had no state of mind. He had no mind, period.
He braced himself for contact, tightening his hands into fists and clenching his jaw. He’d always prided himself on his control, and he’d need every bit of it when she…ahhh…heaven. Her tongue. Licking. Stroking. Teasing. So good, so very, very… good . She deserved those bragging rights.
Someone moaned. Could’ve been him. He wanted to open his eyes. Didn’t dare. And yet, he wanted to see, wanted the visual. To keep forever.
Had to risk it. Had to look. Holding his breath, he watched the golden top of her head as she lowered her mouth down over his cock. Her hair curtained her face, tickling him as she lifted up again, curling into her mouth, getting in her way.
She pushed the damp strands away. Then she tried to pull her hair back with her free hand, but it wouldn’t stay. She made an impatient sound low in her throat.
The vibration from that sound nearly made him come, but he conquered the urge, because he knew what needed to be done. Unclenching both fists, he scooped her silky hair back and held it at the nape of her neck.
And now…now he could watch. Her cheeks hollowed and her eyelashes fluttered as she moved
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