Page 80 of The Last Good Man

His ring is cold against my skin.

I can’t believe he did it.

And I can’t believe I’m not outraged.

Instead, I pull my thighs together.

“That’s my girl,” he says, his smile no longer amused, hidinghow he feels.

His determination becomes scary, and I want to pull back, yet he holds me still.

“Don’t do it,” he says. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. I just want to make you feel good. All right?”

I relent, although I’m still torn about this.

Not being with a man for some time must’ve killed my flair when it comes to men.

You could say anything about me, but Jax London wasn’t someone I could see coming.

“I’mtechnical?” I say, trying to conceal how much I like his hand between my legs.

“Yes. You follow some script…that never works.”

His words are curt as if he’s suddenly in a rush.

Better than me at multitasking, he sneaks his hands inside my tights and underwear and rolls them past my butt.

“You’re not doing this…” I say.

“Yes, I am.”

I am all for finding out more about me being technical in selecting my boyfriends when he runs his fingers up my slit and touches my clit.

Gasping, I briefly close my eyes, hoping he doesn’t notice, yet everything registers with him, especially the way my hands claw at his shoulders and my back arches as I suck in a long breath and tilt my head back.

Without an ounce of hesitation, he moves his thumb over my clit a few times before penetrating me with his fingers.

My reaction is swift, mycenterhugginghis index and middle finger, the sensation of fullnessmakingmy legs trembleand all rational thoughts go out the window.

How he makes me feel is not the scariest thing.

How comfortable I am with him and how familiar he has become to me frightens me even more.

He moves his fingers slowly while rubbing my clit, and my nails dive into his neck.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” he says, studying my face beaming with delight, surprise, and embarrassment.

He moves his fingersdeeper, and as much as I’d love to experience this a little longer, I’m afraid it all will come to a swift end, as I won’t last.

But I try fighting my body, and my body fights back, lubricating his fingers even more, burning around his knuckles, and creating electric storms around my clit.

I bite my lip.

I didn’t know I needed an orgasm so badly.

“Yes, it does. It does feel good…” I murmur, struggling to keep my voice steady.

“I’m sorry about last night,” he says, and I tilt my gaze down and peer at him through my lashes.

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