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Mike was intrigued. And interested. And turned the hell on. He’d love an excuse to put his hands on this woman again, and here she was handing the opportunity to him on a platter. Did she feel the same way about getting her digits on him? Was it a sexually exciting proposition to her, or simply a challenge she couldn’t resist?

Mike was becoming used to the forthright dialogue the woman offered up, so he decided to try some of his own.

“Let me ask you this. Do you want to test me on a mat to see what I’ve got for chops, or…on a mattress?”

She threw back her head and laughed, and it was the prettiest thing Mike had ever seen. Her long, slender throat begged for his lips, and he hoped her answer to his question was hell, yes. Or helix, yes, as she’d probably say.

“My, my,” she countered. “We’ve come a long way in a short period of time. It seems I’ve gone from a suspect, to an annoyance, to a person of personal interest.” Her wide green eyes sparkled.

He didn’t prevaricate. “Yup. Strangely, you have. And I’m never like this.” Mike wasn’t shying away from his attraction. It had been far too long since he’d felt the slightly nervous, almost bubbly feeling in his gut that fizzed with healthy lust. He didn’t want this fascinating woman to cut and run before he had a chance to explore the feelings she was arousing in his long-arid libido.

What would she say next? He’d bet it was something impertinent.

“Would your desire for a mattress have anything to do with the stiffy you were sporting earlier?”

Indeed, she’d audaciously challenged Mike again, but before he could form an answer, she gave him another mind-fuck.

“Because if it is, I’m intrigued as well. Uncustomarily so. I’m all for seeing whether our mutual itch can get scratched to our combined satisfaction.”

Mike almost swallowed his tongue. He thought he’d have to work to get any kind of physical reality with this fantasy woman, but it looked like she was ready to jump right in. Literally. Still, he needed to be sure. He wasn’t the type of guy to take anything for granted anymore, especially after being blindsided by his ex-wife’s declaration that he’d never listened to what she really wanted. “You mean…? Are you saying…?”

“That I’d like to kiss you again?” she grinned. “Absolutely.”

“You’re sure?” Mike didn’t want to take a chance that she’d change her mind, but he needed to hear her agreement again while looking directly into her countenance.

He stopped, turned her to face him, then with both hands on her biceps, he backed her up until her ass was flush against a rocky outcropping. “Last chance to cry uncle,” he warned.

Was that his voice, all raspy and gruff? Mike was known for being cool under fire, but he was hot as hades right now.

“Aunt,” she replied breathlessly, staring at his lips.

“Aunt?” he repeated dumbly, because he could already taste her, and clearly that was playing havoc with his brain.

“Yeah,” she whispered, moving her mouth closer to his. “Aunt you gonna lay one on me before I pass out from anticipation?”

“Hell, yes,” Mike growled, wanting to laugh at her poor word-play, but finding himself too captivated with her lips that no further bantering emerged as he fused his needy mouth to hers.

Expecting a battle for supremacy, Mike was taken aback when his dream woman softened underneath him. It took everything he had not to groan out loud, but he accepted her gift of submission, and with his lips hopefully telling the story, he attempted to let her know how much he cherished her trust.

Threading one hand behind her head—cupping it to keep it cradled off the rocks—Mike deepened his pressure while at the same time tickling her lush lower bow with his tongue. She teased him for several seconds, keeping him from entering her warm cavity, but when she finally parted her lips and let him in, it was like discovering a place on earth he’d always dreamed of, but never really thought existed.

Because his experience with women was limited.

His relationship with Mellie had started in high school, and they’d learned everything together. After an initial year of exploration, they’d early on settled down into a familiar sexual routine which had been good, but never mind blowing.

This however…

Mike couldn’t have found the words even if his tongue weren’t busy exploring every nook and cranny of Elle’s verdant mouth…while still consciously avoiding her injured chin. If she hadn’t sustained the cut, he would have held her face captive by that sassy little jaw. But…her injury…

Mike judiciously pulled back, his objective to see if she was in any pain from his marauding ways, but he didn’t get far. Elle reached up and grabbed his head, digging her nails into the skin of his scalp to haul him back.

Yes! The lady knew what she wanted, and was telling him without words.

Mike could work with that.

He dove back in.

They touched, tasted, and battled; but oddly enough with no sexual agenda in mind; just a lust to have their mouths fused together. To say Mike had never been so turned on while keeping his hands in G-rated territory was an understatement. He wasn’t even leaning into the enticing V the sexy lady had made with her legs, yet his dick was so hard, it felt like it was going to find its own way out of his BDU’s.

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