Page 71 of Static

He groaned. "What're you doing?"

"I'm trying to help relax you," I told him. "You're wound so tight I'm worried you'll snap."

His eyebrows lifted and a slow smile appeared on his handsome face. "You want to relax me?"

I gave him a wary look. "Maybe."

His hand squeezed my hip. "I know how you could relax me, Sugar." He saw my hesitation and brushed the hair away from my face. "Same rules as always," he stated. "You set the pace. You say no, everything stops."

I'd woken up next to him every morning this week, with his sexy body wrapped around mine. There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted him. And I knew I was safe with him. It was an easy answer. Leaning forward, I kissed him.

He didn't react for a second, and then his arms tightened around me and his mouth took control of mine. His tongue swept into my mouth, tasting and exploring. I was already a writhing mess, and the man hadn't done much more than kiss me.

My hands were all over him, trying to pull him closer, trying to touch him everywhere. I moaned and pressed against him. "I want you," I breathed against his lips.

"You're going to have to ask dirtier than that," he said. His hands were sliding up and down my thighs.

"Take me to the bedroom and make love to me, Static," I told him.

"We'll work on it," he muttered against my mouth. His arms tightened around me and he stood, holding me safe against his chest. He carried me to my bedroom and kicked the door closed behind us.

I gasped as he spun around and dropped us onto the bed. I was pinned beneath him. The weight of him was...perfect. His lips took mine in a searing kiss and I could feel his hard length against my thigh. My panties were already soaked and we'd just started. I would have thought that him giving me a couple of orgasms would have made it easier for me to wait, but it was as if they'd only made me more hungry for him.

I moaned as his hand slid up my ribs, teasing me. His fingers trailed under my shirt and his thumb found the underside of my breast. My skin was sensitive, and it was torture. "Static," I whimpered.

"Yes, Sugar?"

"More."

His hand cupped my breast and I cried out. I'd never known that I could be this turned on. That it was even possible. He shifted and his mouth was on mine, kissing me as his fingers tugged at my nipple beneath my bra. I was hot, feverish, and I couldn't seem to hold still. I wanted all my clothes off. All his off. I wanted it all.

He chuckled and nipped at my lower lip.

"I can't think," I panted.

"Good," he murmured. "You don't need to think." His lips left mine and trailed down my neck. His fingers flicked the front clasp of my bra and I sighed in relief. He pulled my shirt and bra off, then his mouth lowered to cover my aching nipple.

My hips bucked up, pressing against the muscular thigh he had shoved between my legs.

"Fuck," he groaned.

I'd never felt more desirable. That this strong, capable, gorgeous man was here with me was more than I ever thought possible. That he needed me. It made me feel powerful in a way. We belonged to each other and I wanted to show him how much I wanted him. What he did to me.

His lips were everywhere, tasting, teasing. His teeth nipped and his tongue soothed. I was a panting mess, begging him to end my torment.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you," he demanded.

I whimpered, not able to voice what I needed. I wasn't the kind of girl who was confident in bed. Who ordered men around and told them what to do to my body. My experience in this area was severely lacking, thanks to my ex-husband's impatience and carelessness. "I can't."

He pulled back and stared down at me, his bright blue eyes full of possessiveness and hunger. "You can." His mouth brushed against mine, but I wanted more.

My fingers tangled in his hair and pulled him closer, trying to deepen the kiss.

"You have to tell me, Sugar. This first time especially is going to go exactly how you want it to."

"Can't I just ask you to do whatever you want?" I gasped, covering my face with my hands.

He pulled them away, forcing me to meet his eyes. "No. You can't. You may think that would be easier, but you need this. Trust me, Gwen." His hand brushed over the crown of my head. "I'd never laugh. Or make you feel bad, if that's what you're worried about."

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