Incidental Contact (Those Devilish De Marco Men) by Eden Connor Page A

figured. If she couldn’t make this exhibition happen, she wouldn’t graduate in May.
    He stopped her massage long enough to strip off his shirt. So much for her working tongue. She’d seen him shirtless before. She just hadn’t been expected to talk during the experience. Her mouth went dry.
    When he sat back, she eyed the rippling muscle and bronze skin. Not graduating suddenly meant little. What mattered was how she wanted to rub her nose in that perfect mat of dark hair on his chest. The urge was foreign, like someone else stuck the idea into her brain. She’d never been this close to male perfection. She wasn’t sure she wanted to be, since their proximity gave him ample opportunity to see her imperfections, yet at the same time, she wanted to curl up against his strong chest.
    When he placed her heel at the base of his palm, her big toe barely reached the first joint on his fingers. “Little feet are sexy.”
    He really is a nice guy. This is fun . She relaxed the last bit of nervous tension stiffening her spine and dug into the casserole.
    When she’d savored the last bite, he pushed her legs aside. She froze, unsure what he intended.
    “Lesson time,” he rasped, studying her face. “Be sure this is what you want, Amy, because in a few minutes, there’ll be no going back. I’m going to learn your body the way I learn a new car, so I know exactly what makes you hum. I’m going to figure out what it takes to make you scream and how to make you beg. And you can bet, I’ll memorize the sounds you make when you come, so I can play them in my head when we’re not together.”
    Dear. God . He had yet to really touch her and she felt more aroused than she’d ever been. One part of her brain was yelling, Hype! The other half was screaming, What the hell are you waiting for?
    “I’m sure.” Amy managed to force the words past her lips.
    “And all your orgasms belong to me. That’s the deal-breaker.”
    She managed to squeak, “Huh?”
    His grin looked so wicked, her sex clenched in response. “I mean, you may only orgasm with my permission. You have to agree right now, whenever and however I want to give you one, I’ll give you one. And you’ll accept however many I choose to give you. I’m not a one-and-done kind of guy.” She prayed she wasn’t making a wet spot on the leather couch. “And no cheating. You can’t give yourself one unless I’m watching. We do that on Sundays. Masturbation’s good for the soul.” He winked.
    Hell would freeze before she’d touch herself while he watched. “You can’t be serious.”
    “No better way to feel sexy than to climax. I won’t be with anyone else while we’re together and neither will you,” he continued. How many offers a week did he think she got, anyway? He must be projecting. “As long as you live here, you’ll not resist when I want to make you feel good. And when we end this, you won’t run to Lila and cry ‘foul’. Is that our deal?”
    She nodded, dragging her tongue across her dry lips, loving the way his eyes tracked the motion. “That’s our deal,” she affirmed, meeting his gaze. “And I’ll try to scare the gold diggers away.” Raising her hands, she waggled her fingers in a pathetic attempt to look scary.
    A smile flitted across his lips, but the expression in his eyes was serious. “I’ll pay, of course, but you will groom yourself to my liking.”
    She was so tired of blushing. This man talked about stuff she wouldn’t discuss with her mother as casually as she’d talk about football.
    His voice was low and hypnotic. The heat from the fire warmed her, yet chills raced down her spine. Her nipples hardened into throbbing darts, but nerves stiffened her spine.
    He stood. “Lesson number one. Let’s get started.”
    Now that the moment had arrived, she wasn’t sure she had the guts to take off her clothes in front of a man this gorgeous.
    “C’mon, city girl. Don’t tell me you’re gonna turn down the chance to