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  “I definitely do not have a weird cock.”

  “You sure about that?”

  “Get over here, right the fuck now, and find that out for yourself.”

  Her smile faded. It was a test, and they both knew it. Because she didn’t want to fail—a failure of herself far more than him—she did as he instructed and reached for his belt buckle with hands that only slightly shook. Before they reached their destination, he caught her to him and pulled her into a kiss that both dominated and cherished. His touch worked on her like a miracle, burning away much of the anxiety by reminding her that this was exactly where she wanted to be. With a kiss, he set her free of the dread that the concept of intimacy brought, and allowed her to simply enjoy.

  Enjoy the hungry pressure of his lips on hers.

  Enjoy the heated solidity of his chest crushing against her.

  Enjoy the confident strength of the arms wrapping around her like she was his personal answer to all his questions.

  Enjoy the undeniable bulge of his cock pressing against her pelvis, and the thrilling knowledge that she was the one he desired.

  Oh, yes. There was a lot to be enjoyed in that kiss.

  But all too soon, it wasn’t enough.

  A faint moan whispered from her as the achiness deep in her belly spread lower, down to the intimate folds between her legs. She pulsed there, a shuddery kind of throb that came with heat and wetness, so much so it took her breath away.

  Oh, God, she felt good.

  And needy.

  And empty.

  Damn it.

  “You want me, don’t you, Winsome?” His words feathered over her lips still pulsing from the imprint of his, and she loved even that faint caress. “I hear it in those little moans and feel it in how your hips are rocking against mine. You want me. Say it.”

  She was shocked to discover he was right. Her hips were, in fact, rocking against him, just like he said. Now he wanted her to say it with more than just body language.

  She could do that.

  “I…” Her heart somersaulted, because she knew there would be no going back from this final off-ramp he was offering her. So be it. “I want you, Des. I want you. Only you.”

  “You got me.” His hand fisted on her hair to hold her still for a rough kiss that spoke volumes of rising hunger, before he backed away a handful of inches. “Love that dress, baby girl, but I need it gone. Take it off, and let me watch.”

  That was unexpected enough to make her eyes widen. “You mean you want me to… to strip? Like a striptease?”

  “I mean, I want you naked right the fuck now.”

  Oh.

  “There will be times when I’ll give myself the pleasure of unwrapping you like the priceless gift you are,” he went on while she blushed at her probably kinky assumption. “But for tonight, it’s all about you controlling how this shit goes, so I’m not going to go at you like an animal.”

  She took a steadying breath. “I appreciate that.”

  “What I am going to do is watch you make all the decisions yourself, and I’m going to enjoy every damn minute of it. Now… that dress. Get rid of it.”

  Automatically her hands went to the lace-up tie in the back of the form-fitting bodice. “Aren’t you going to, you know… get naked, too?”

  “Patience, woman. There we go.” He sucked in an audible breath as she shimmied out of the sundress, then caught it to drape it over the desk, the closest thing to her. Then she turned to face him in nothing but a white strapless bra and matching thong, and tried to figure out how not to die of awkwardness.

  “I hope you like the bra, since you’re the one who bought it for me,” she managed, her voice only a little higher than normal. “It goes perfectly with this thong, don’t you think?”

  A rough breath that did wonders for her ego escaped him. “What I think is that you’re a fucking vision of feminine perfection, Winsome Smiley. Winsome doesn’t begin to cover it.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered, grateful both for the words and the ego boost. Automatically she reached for the bra catch, but he held up a staying hand.

  “You can keep the rest on for now. I want you to get used to being like this in front of me while you come back over here and undress me. Start with my shirt.”

  “There’s going to come a day when I won’t appreciate the instructions.” Some inherent streak of independence insisted she speak, even as she closed in on him to work on the buttons ranging down his crisp white shirt. “Just so you know.”

  “Just so you know, I’m thrilled to hear you’re thinking like that. When that day comes, it’s gonna mean you’re getting naked because you’re so damn hot for me you can’t imagine doing anything else when we’re together, and I fucking love that idea. You’re not there yet, but that’s okay. I’m not shy when it comes to giving orders. Now wait a second while I get my boots off, and then you can go to town on getting me out of my pants.”

  “Not shy,” she repeated, her gaze roaming over him as she stripped off his shirt and discovered a shocking number of scars covering a torso that otherwise seemed to be carved by a master’s hand. A C-shaped scar as big as her hand went from the beginning of his left underarm to curl over his solid pectoral muscle all the way up to his shoulder, long-healed and white against his naturally golden-hued skin. “Shy is the last word I’d use to describe you.”

  “Yeah?” Satisfied now that his boots were out of the way, Des straightened and spread his arms wide in obvious invitation for her to get started on his jeans. “What words would you use to describe me, baby girl?”

  “Beautiful.” It came out before she could give it a thought, while she concentrated on figuring out how his belt buckle worked. It was one of those heavy deals with a hook in the back, and it took her a couple seconds. When she finally got it, she had no idea if she felt more satisfaction or a late onset of trepidation. “Strong. Scarred. Is that what the bull did to you?” she added, starting to reach out to a massive scar spanning his entire middle, only to pull back at the last second when she realized what she was doing.

  “It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt.” As if to prove it, he caught her hand and pressed it against the chevron-like shape that ranged across his torso. “Scalpels make neat lines like this, not bulls, baby girl. This is the surgical scar I got from when the docs transplanted a bit of Dallas’s liver into me. She has a matching scar, so she says her bikini days are over. This ugly mess of scarring over on the right is what the bull did to me. Thrashed me up good and proper,”

  “Oh.” For some reason, the sight of that messy knot of horrific scarring, still red from its relative newness, made something inside her cringe at the pain he must have endured. Instinctively she caressed a hand over it as if trying to wipe it away before bending down to kiss it. “That nasty bull. I wish I could erase the pain that made these scars.”

  “Winsome. Baby.” Des’s tone resonated with something she’d never heard from him before, and it brought her attention back to his face. Her breath caught at how fiercely his eyes burned over her, and for a moment she thought he looked almost angry. But the achy-sweet pulsing between her thighs told her a different story, and all at once she knew, beyond any doubt, that this was the face of absolute hunger.

  For her.

  “You don’t even have to try to be the sexiest woman the world’s ever known, do you?” As he spoke, he slow-walked her backwards toward the edge of his massive bed, not stopping until her butt bumped against its edge. “Does it really bother you that I got hurt and have the scars to show for it?”

  “I don’t mind the scars.” She shook her head, horrified he might misunderstand. “Scars are just proof that you came up against something that tried to end you, but couldn’t. I just wish that with a touch—” again she brushed her hand over the scar tissue, “I could make the memories of pain disappear. That’s all.”

  “I’m glad you understand that, baby girl, because that’s what I’m doing with you now.” He bent and kissed her l
ong and deep, and she was fast becoming addicted to the sensual sweep of his tongue. As his mouth seduced hers, his hand trailed down her back to slide past her thong, cupping her butt to pull her firmly against him. His jeans were now undone, giving her a far better sense of just how impressively big that bulge really was. Her pulse quickened, as much from exhilaration as from anything else. “Keep that in mind now, yeah? My immediate goal is to wipe out the pain of your past. The quickest way I know how to do that is to eat that pussy of yours so thoroughly, you forget everything but me. What do you think of my plan?”

  She gasped, shocked, vaguely horrified, and thoroughly aroused. “What?”

  “Your Quaker roots are showing. Call me crazy, but I fucking love that.” His smiling mouth claimed hers once more as the hand at her butt traveled around her hip and slid with bold confidence past the barrier of her thong and into the cleft between her thighs.

  Whoa.

  “Ah, my sweet baby girl. You’re wet for me.” The words barely registered as two fingers explored her cleft. Her thigh muscles quivered, and she wasn’t sure whether or not to follow the instinct to close her legs tightly when a sharp jolt of pleasure exploded all thought processes. “God, you’re such a miracle. I love that you want me so much you soak my fingers, even when your brain’s telling you to run. You must be aching for me to fuck you.”

  “I…” She had no clue what he just did to her. All she knew was that she needed for him to never stop. “Des, please. Please.” She didn’t know what she was pleading for him to do. All she knew was that if those fingers stopped massaging her channel, she knew without any doubt that she’d die.

  “Please, what?” His voice was full of confidence, because he knew exactly what the hell he was doing to her, and like he said, he wasn’t shy about hiding it. He seemed downright pleased that he could turn her into a quaking mess with just a caress or two. “Do you want to come with me finger-fucking you? Or do you want to come with my mouth eating you out?”

  “Why not both?” Seriously, the questions he came up with.

  “Greedy.” A velvety laugh escaped him even as he coaxed her to lean her butt back onto the edge of the mattress. She was glad for the support; any second now her legs were going to give out on her completely. “But I suppose I can give you what you want. Just know that when you come the second time, I’m going to want to be inside you. First climax is my gift to you, because I’m generous like that. But the second one we share.”

  Her body thrummed with the pleasure he gave her, and there was no way she could stop her hips from moving as she rubbed that indescribably sweet spot harder against his touch. “Des,” she whispered between shallow breaths. “Stop talking.”

  “Make me.” With his free hand he pulled on her hair to tilt her face up, and suddenly she knew exactly how to shut him up. Hungrily she pulled his mouth down to hers, driven to wallow in the taste of him even as a delicious tightening began deep in her belly. It was almost scary, that wild intensity of sensation, pulling on every nerve and muscle until it was all she knew. For a moment she teetered on the precipice of sanity before that unbearable tension inside her snapped.

  Oh, God.

  She only vaguely heard the cries that tore out of her, her eyes squeezing shut and head flinging back as ecstasy ripped through her. It was so pure it was a kind of torture to endure, yet she wanted to endure it forever. Before she was ready to leave that utter blissful madness, it began to slip away. Then her muscles gave out and she collapsed back against the bed, her bones turning to water while tingling euphoria swamped every corner of her newly enlightened soul.

  “Wow.” Her nerve endings jangled, wildly hypersensitive, and she was all but certain her brain had melted. “That was… wow.”

  Des came into view, his hands sinking into the mattress on either side of her head so he could grin down at her. “Glad you liked it. First orgasm of your life?”

  Dear God, was nothing sacred? “Did you really just ask that?”

  “Yep. Was it?”

  Geez. “So what if it was?”

  “So, I’m pretty damn happy it was with me. You know what else I’m happy about?”

  “I’m afraid to even hazard a guess.”

  “I’m glad that you’re loving this, even though we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”

  “Oh, you gem,” she blurted, not even bothering to check herself. There wasn’t any reason to at this point. He knew everything about her, even the fact that consensual intimacy was literally virgin territory for her. “What’s next? A symphony playing the 1812 Overture? A massive fireworks display?”

  If anything, his grin widened. “Better than that.”

  At once, the sweet lassitude that had liquefied her bones vanished, and in its place crackled an eager breathlessness. “I’m new to this. What could possibly be better than an orgasm?”

  “Orgasms are always better when you’re naked. So get naked, baby girl, and let me prove it to you.”

  She never moved faster in her life, and within seconds her now-soaked thong and bra were gone. “What about you? You said the second time was going to be shared.”

  “It will be, but first I’ve got to prime the pump again.” He caught her by the nape to kiss her, his invading tongue showing her exactly what another part of his anatomy was destined to do before leaving her long enough to open a nightstand drawer. “You’re not on any kind of birth control, right?”

  She waited for the anxiety to hit, and smiled in relief when only a thrill of excitement made her head spin. “Right. Is that going to be a problem?”

  “Nope. Bought these the other day because I’m an optimistic kind of guy.” He tossed her a small box, then undid the remainder of the fastenings of his black jeans, but didn’t pull them off. “Get one out, and I’ll show you how to put it on me.”

  Curiously, she turned the box around. “Ah. Condoms.” A wild flutter in her tummy had her hands almost shaking with anticipation. “I’m not an expert, but I’m pretty sure you need to take your pants off first.”

  “I told you—that’s your job. Prove you want me inside you.” He held his arms out, palms raised. “Get a condom out, then come over here and get me the hell out of these pants.”

  “My pleasure.” Practically hyperventilating, she opened the box and got a foil packet out. Then, once she had the condom in hand, she grabbed the denim at his waist, looked up into his eyes, and pulled the jeans and the boxer-briefs underneath down his legs.

  Oh, boy.

  Well.

  That explained why his bulge was so noticeable.

  “That’s my Winsome.” Without fanfare, he kicked off the last of his clothing while his intense gaze never wavered from her. “Give me your hand.”

  Without a word she did so, and all the while her heart pounded so hard she thought she might faint. But not with fear, which was a vast relief. This time it was sheer, unadulterated arousal that had her wound up so tight she thought she might die of it.

  “Take the condom and place it here, like this.” He helped her position the circle of Latex at the purpling tip of his rock-hard cock. “Now roll it on.”

  She did exactly as instructed and smoothed the thin barrier in place. Then she let her hand linger on his impressive stiffness, following some hitherto-unknown instinct to explore new realms.

  And Des’s red-hot, granite-hard cock was definitely a new realm for her.

  “I didn’t expect you to be so… big.” She didn’t put any thought into what she said. She was far too preoccupied with learning the feel of him, from his impressive length and thickness, to the scorching heat that burned against her palm, to every bump and ridge. “I’m not sure that I, uh… can take all of you.”

  “Don’t overthink it. In fact, don’t think at all. Just feel. Lie back.”

  “Des—”

  “Now, baby girl. Lie back on the bed and put your feet on my shoulders. I’m going to make sure I take such good care of you by licking every inch of that sweet
pussy of yours, you’re going to forget all about worrying whether or not you can take me.”

  “But are you sure about—”

  “I’m positive you’re going to love this. Now do as you’re told and relax while I take my dessert ahead of dinner.” With that, he coaxed her back onto the mattress once more, knelt between her legs with his hands spreading her intimate folds, and moved in.

  “Oh…God.” This time she said it out loud, because there was no way she could hold it back. She hadn’t been at all sure she wanted his mouth in such an intimate place, but wow.

  Seriously, wow.

  She was now a firm believer the man knew exactly what he was doing. As such, she needed to let the expert show her what she’d been missing, and be grateful for it.

  So very grateful.

  Again and again his tongue flicked her channel, making the muscles in her thighs quiver and her body writhe in an excess of pleasure. It was never-ending, this sweet bliss his touch gave her. And honest to God, that mouth of his knew exactly what to do and where to go. He knew her anatomy better than she did, and when his lips locked down on her to suck on her like she was his favorite kind of candy, she couldn’t stop the near-shrieks with every shattered breath. Every part of her was locked onto that one pleasure-point, and he relentlessly tormented her until she was sure she’d die of it.

  Yes. Yes.

  The sensations tightening every muscle in her body rushed up to a crescendo, and just as she was on the verge of falling head over heels into it, he brought his mouth away from her, flung her legs over his shoulders, and entered her in one smooth thrust.

  Madness.

  “God… yes.”

  It was everything, that merging of his body with hers.

  Miraculous.

  Blissful.

  Breathtaking.

  Never before had she felt such perfection, but she had no time to appreciate just how ideally he fit between her legs. When he rolled his hips and seated himself fully into her, every cell in her body exploded. It was the sweetest ecstasy the universe had ever known, an ecstasy she would never forget, an ecstasy she’d live and die trying to replicate. She couldn’t survive this amount of pleasure, but dear God, she sure as hell would spend the rest of her life chasing it again and again and be happy for the chance.