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  “So soft,” she murmured.

  “Ah, not quite.”

  She grinned. “I mean your skin is soft and warm.”

  “Not the same as a Popsicle, huh?” he said.

  “No.”

  He took hold of her hand and wrapped her fingers around him. Then, closing his eyes, he squeezed his fingers, showing her he how he liked it.

  She shifted on the floor in front of him, settling herself deeper between his legs. He pulled his hand away, and his teeth clamped as she gathered him in both hands. She stroked, running her palms up and down the length of him.

  “Like this?”

  “Fuck. Yeah.” He pushed her hair from her shoulders and gathered it in one hand, wanting to see her face the first time she took him in her mouth.

  “I’m going to lick now.”

  Halle—fucking—lujah!

  “Okay,” he croaked out.

  She leaned in and with excruciating slowness, she circled her tongue around his crown, taking all the time in the world to explore his every groove and hollow. She licked the tip, sliding that hot tongue of hers over the pre-come dripping from his slit. She moaned in delight, and he shuddered, his hand gripping her hair tighter.

  “Fuck,” he muttered.

  “You like that?”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  She gave another torturously slow drag of her tongue, then widened her mouth to accommodate his thickness. As her mouth closed around him, it took everything he had not to push to the back of her throat.

  She made a sexy noise and began rocking her body, taking him as deep as possible, then pulling out again. His body jerked, and she went back on her heels. She stroked with her hand again, her touch feathery light.

  “Show me how you do it again.”

  “Yeah?” he asked, surprised he could actually speak.

  She nodded eagerly. “I’m a visual learner.” The heat in her eyes intrigued him.

  “Really,” he said, seeing right through her. “You sure it’s not because watching makes you hot?”

  Her face flushed hotly, and a sheepish grin curled her lips. “Maybe.”

  Jesus, she’d come so far, so fast. “So if I do this”—he gripped his cock and pumped—“it’ll make your pussy wet for me?” Her breathing changed as sexual tension hung heavy between them.

  “Yes,” she said. “It will make my pussy very wet.”

  He pumped harder and reached down to gather his balls.

  She watched carefully. “Why do you pull your cock away from your body like that? Does that make it feel better?”

  “Yeah, it adds a bit of pressure.” Her lips twisted, a look of concern moving over her face. “What?” he asked.

  “I was just thinking about when you come. Do I swallow?”

  Her words nearly made him lose control. “No,” he answered quickly. “You pull back. I’ll come on my stomach.”

  “Is that what you normally do?”

  “Yes.” Her honesty and openness floored him, and a riot of emotions he had no idea how to handle settled in his chest.

  Her eyebrows rose. “But guys like it when girls swallow, right?”

  “I don’t know what other guys like.”

  “Do you?” His hand stilled on his cock. “I just want to learn,” she said. “I want to understand. And I want to make this good for you.”

  “Jesus, Danielle. Believe me, it doesn’t matter what you do, it’s going to be good for me,” he said. “But I want you to pull back. You don’t need to swallow.”

  She looked down for a moment, her nose crinkled. “Do other girls do it for you?”

  “No,” he said, not wanting to think about anyone but her.

  Nodding, she turned her attention back to his cock. “Can I try now?”

  Fuck, yes. “Sure,” he croaked out. Her hands wrapped around him, and he bit down on his cheek as his entire body came alive under her care. The second her warm hands closed around his cock, his blood raced. Oh, he was so fucking done for. No way could he last when she touched him like that. She stroked him, fist over fist. Watching her work his cock had to be the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

  With intense concentration, she parted her lips, her breath warm on his flesh as she leaned in. She gave a quick lick of his tip, and he shuddered as heat streaked through him.

  “Is that good?” she asked.

  “Yeah.”

  Her mouth closed around him, and his cock sank into her heat. She took him deep, until he hit the back of her throat. She choked a little, and he gripped her shoulders to ease her back.

  “Easy, Danielle. Not so deep.”

  She nodded and sucked him in again, taking full possession as she began to work that perfect mouth like a finely tuned instrument. One hand worked in tandem with her mouth, and any further instructions died on his lips. Who the hell was teaching whom here?

  She began an exploration, running her hand between his legs as she rolled her tongue around his bulbous head. Her hand connected with his balls, and she lightly stroked him, cupping them as if she was examining the texture and weight. They drew up into his body, and her finger slid a little farther back.

  What the fuck?

  She lightly circled his back opening as she greedily pumped her mouth around his cock. He knew she was a fast learner, but come on, this was taking fast to a whole new level—and he wasn’t just talking about her.

  But when she pressed a finger against his ass, lust exploded inside him. He gripped the sides of her head, holding tight as it bobbed back and forth. Christ, her probing finger really shouldn’t feel that fucking good. His muscles bunched and his cock tightened, her mouth working over him with urgent need.

  She made a sexy noise, then let him pop from her mouth. She angled her head and licked along the length of him, scorching his flesh as she explored with her tongue. Pressure brewed deep in his groin, and he resisted the urge to pump his hips to get in deeper. No matter how desperate he felt, he wanted her to set the rhythm and pace.

  His breath came in a ragged burst, blood flowing hot and heavy in his veins. “That’s so fucking good.” She looked up, her eyes locking on his. His heart nearly stopped when he saw the raw desire in her baby blues. He loved watching her, loved the way she was enjoying this. It touched something deep inside him. “You’re so good at this.” She made a sexy noise, his praise urging her on. She sucked him back in again, taking him deeply, intimately.

  He closed his eyes against the pleasure as she teased his cock in and out of her mouth. As he reached his breaking point, he fisted her hair, tangling her long locks through his fingers, ready to pull her away before he released. His blood bubbled from the heat she was generating inside him.

  Overcome with need, the world closed in on him and he began moving with her, pressing easily against her mouth, seeking more…everything. Her hands raced over his cock, and he squeezed his thighs, holding her tight between his legs, never wanting this moment to end. With pressure building, coming to a peak, he began panting, taking deep quick breaths that pulsed through his body, firing every nerve.

  His cock swelled, and air ripped from his lungs as pleasure like he’d never felt before swamped him. Why the fuck was everything so much better with her? Shuddering in surrender, he gripped her hair to pull her away as his climax hit hard, but she refused to budge.

  Holy fuck.

  His composure vanishing, he let loose a growl, and she moaned in surrender as he released in her throat. The warmth of her mouth intensified his climax, and she stayed between his legs, drinking him in until he stopped pulsing. She eased back, and his body jerked, his cock ultrasensitive after that powerful orgasm.

  Working to keep his hands from trembling, he pulled her to him. He fell back on the bed, pulling her down with him, then repositioned them on the mattress, settling her beneath him. She smiled up at him, a gleam in her eyes, as her body softened under his. He took a deep breath to center himself and calm his pounding heart.

  “That was amazing, bu
t you weren’t supposed to swallow,” he said, even though it was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced. “Why did you do that?”

  Her fingers glided over his shoulders, and his muscles bunched. Half-lidded eyes met his. “You’re giving me a lot of firsts, and I wanted to give you one, too. Besides, I liked it.”

  He rolled off her and pulled her close. She settled her head on his chest, and he wrapped an arm around her. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. I think you’ve ruined me. I’m not going to be able to stop thinking about your cock.”

  His heart squeezed, and a flash of possessiveness moved through him. It was an honor to be her first. He was humbled that she’d gift him with her body and virginity, but Jesus, having her drink him in rattled him to his very core. There was some primal part of him that wanted to fill her with his seed, to leave his mark on her.

  “I can’t say whether I’d like it with another guy, but I liked it with you.”

  He pinched his eyes shut, not wanting to visualize her with anyone else. His fingers squeezed, wanting to beat the living shit out of any man who came within two feet of her. It was ridiculous, really. He couldn’t expect her not to use her newfound skills on some other guy. He felt a quick flash of panic and swallowed, struggling to fight down the rising jealousy.

  She trailed her fingers over his stomach, then swirled them around his nipple. He twitched beneath her touch. Needing to think about something else and dispel the image of her with another man from his brain, he redirected the conversation. “What’s with the ass play?”

  She chuckled easily, comfortable with herself now. “I read about it. Did you like it?”

  He twisted his face, and she laughed harder. “The jury is still out.”

  “Liar.”

  “Would I lie to you?” He ran his hands through her hair, dragging her impossibly closer.

  She snuggled in and lifted her face to his. “Thank you for doing this for me.”

  “Ah, thank you,” he returned, emotions thickening his voice. Her grin was self-satisfied, and he couldn’t help but laugh. “Look at you, all proud of yourself.”

  “I like being able to do that to you.”

  “Oh, do you now?”

  “Yeah.” She ran her hands through his hair.

  “Well then, feel free to do it anytime.”

  “Seriously though, Jack. I really appreciate all of this. It was a great night, and I had fun.”

  “Was?” He slid back over her. “What do you mean was? Do you somehow think it’s over?”

  She writhed beside him, her eyes lighting with curiosity. “There’s more?”

  “What kind of a gentleman would I be to walk away leaving you all hot and bothered?”

  “A sorry excuse for one,” she teased back. “That’s what.”

  “That’s right.”

  Desperate to reacquaint himself with her body, he kissed her, his tongue sinking inside, then withdrawing. He lashed against the sides of her mouth, then tangled his tongue with hers. Pulling back, he swished it over her lips and teeth, seeking an even deeper intimacy. He slid his hand down her body and touched her pussy. When he found her curls damp with passion—for him—he knew he was in trouble.

  So much fucking trouble.

  Chapter Five

  Danielle stretched, and as her muscles ached, a beautiful reminder of her night with Jack, she peeled one eye open and reached across the bed to find it cold and empty. She sat up and glanced around the room, but Jack was nowhere to be found. Had he left in the middle of the night? Sneaked out under the cover of darkness? A pang of loneliness nipped at her soul. She drew in a quick breath and let it out slowly, upset with herself for letting her emotions get the best of her. But how could she not feel something more with a guy like him? She threw up a mental shield, knowing better than to go there.

  A noise sounded in the other room. Jack? He was still here? Her heart leaped. Damn. Hadn’t she just told herself not to let her emotions run away with her? She slid from the bed and grabbed her robe. It wisped over her shoulders as she tiptoed down the hall. She rounded the corner and her breath caught when she found him in the kitchen, dressed only in his jeans as he whipped up a pan of scrambled eggs. He looked warm and sated this morning, and so darn right standing there in her small apartment, that she couldn’t help but smile.

  “Morning,” she said quietly. The grin that lit his face when he turned to see her weakened her knees.

  “What are you so happy about?” he asked.

  She finger-combed her hair. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the three orgasms you gave me last night.”

  He laughed and pointed to the coffeemaker. “Grab yourself a cup.” She glanced at the clock, calculating how much time she had before she had to get to the college. Maybe they still had time to go for that fourth orgasm. She mentally kicked herself to get her head on straight. Honest to God, the man was turning her in to a nymphomaniac.

  “I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said, bringing her back to the moment.

  “You didn’t.”

  “I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed.”

  God, could he be any sweeter? “Oh, how thoughtful. I’ve never had breakfast in bed before.”

  “If you want to crawl back in there, we can fix that.”

  “No, that’s okay. I’m up now.”

  “Another time, then,” he said.

  “Shouldn’t I be bringing you breakfast in bed?” she asked. “Considering all you’ve been doing for me.”

  “After the way you sucked my cock, I should be preparing you a gourmet meal.”

  “You really liked it, huh?” she said, her chest filling with pride.

  “‘Liked’ would be an understatement.”

  She chuckled, loving the open honesty between them, as she reached into the cupboard for two mugs. Her fingers closed around the handle on the coffeepot, but the hand sliding around her waist stopped her. Jack pulled her to him, and she placed her hand on his bare chest, enjoying the feel of his strong heartbeat.

  “How are you feeling this morning?” His hand slid down to close over her sex through her robe.

  “Sore, but good.”

  He dipped his head and lightly brushed his mouth over hers. “Too sore to go the distance tonight? To finish what we started?”

  Her body quivered, anxious to be with him. “No. I want to,” she said quickly. Probably a little too quickly. “I’ve been thinking about it, a lot.”

  He chuckled lightly. “And I’ve been thinking about all the ways I’m going to take you. After tonight, we’ll still have another whole week to try out all kinds of different positions.”

  “What’s your favorite?”

  “I’m pretty sure any position with you will be my favorite, but we’re going to start with missionary. I think it will be the most comfortable for your first time. Then it’s no holds barred,” he teased, reaching around her back to give her a smack on the ass.

  She yelped, even though her robe buffered the slap. He laughed. “That reminds me, I’ve yet to give you a proper spanking.”

  Her insides trembled, but it wasn’t from fear. “You want to spank me?”

  “Sure.” His eyes flared hot, and he winked. “After last night, I kind of thought you’d be open to the idea.”

  Her mind raced back to the things she’d done to him last night, then skipped to the BDSM club. She’d enjoyed watching that girl get spanked, had wondered what it would be like to have Jack’s hand come down over her backside. A week ago, she wouldn’t even have considered it, but now, well, now she was all about experimenting.

  “Are you going to put me over your knee?”

  “You bet I am.” Grinning, he reached into the cupboards for plates, and she poured the coffee with shaky hands. The toast popped. He buttered it and placed it on the plates. She followed him to the small dinette table, unable to take her eyes off his ass.

  She sat across from him and bit into her piping-hot eggs. “These are delicious.�
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  He smiled. “Eggs are easy, but I like cooking. My mother just never let me in the kitchen.”

  “Why not?”

  “I said I liked it. I didn’t say I was good at it.”

  “I like it, too.”

  “Oh yeah? Then Mom will love you.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he stiffened. “I mean, she’s lived with three sons, a husband, and all of our friends, who never seem to leave. Even Corky, the dog we had growing up, was a male. Too much testosterone. She’s dying for a little female company in the house.”

  “Your mom sounds nice. But who named your dog?”

  He rolled his eyes. “Luke, but he was only twelve. Then again, he still acts it.” He eyed her carefully. “You sure you still want to come Sunday?”

  She studied him for a moment, taking in his sudden unease. “Only if you want me to.”

  “I do,” he said. “Just be prepared to be smothered by my mom and teased by my asshole brothers and best friend. You’re going to hate it.”

  “I’ve never been smothered by a mother before.”

  His head snapped up, his eyes apologetic. “I’m sorry, that was insensitive of me.”

  “That’s okay.” Understanding he didn’t mean anything by it, she slid a piece of egg into her mouth, chewed, then swallowed. “Does she smother all the girls you guys bring home?”

  “No, none of us have ever—”

  “You’ve never brought a girl home?” Her heart thumped, but she knew better than to read too much into things. She wasn’t going to get her hopes up that there could be more between them, only to have it shattered when he left town. She knew she wasn’t the kind of girl people kept around for any length of time. Soon enough, he’d be on the road again. She reached for her coffee, needing the caffeine to clear her head.

  He shrugged it off. “Sam was being a shit, and I kind of got roped into it.”

  Danielle nodded and sipped her coffee as she worked to rein in her emotions.

  “I know what you did yesterday at the college,” Jack said.

  She stared at him over the rim of her cup. Did he have any idea how good he was at redirecting a conversation?