Page 165 of Unexpected Hero

I’m tempted to beg him to get inside me already, but given the reminder he just gave me and my nips, I’ll bite my tongue.

For now.

He kisses his way back up my jaw and captures my lips. Acting purely on instinct, I hoist one of my legs to the side to prop it over his hip. The tips of my high heels must be jabbing against the lower part of his ass at this angle, but it doesn’t seem to hurt him.

Perhaps he likes the pain.

In fact, when his mouth was between my thighs, proving heaven exists, he groaned and sucked harder at my core each time I accidentally dug my heels into his back.

The fact that I sort of enjoyed the way he was torturing my nipples might not be as weird as I feared.And many of the people at Bask seem to like pain. Maybe I’m normal after all.

He breaks the kiss, fixing his smoldering gaze on me. “You ready for my cock, sugar?”

Am I ready?

The head of his dick rubs against my clit, answering the question for me in an instant. “Yes. So ready.”

“Thank fuck. Because if I don’t get inside your tight little pussy soon, I might die.”

“Never took you for the overdramatic type,” I tease, unable to bite my tongue.

“That’s because you drastically underestimate how fucking enticing you are.”

He raises to his knees, then reaches into the nightstand, pulling out a strip of condoms. Once he’s opened the package and removed one, he offers it to me.

I shake my head, remaining silent.

“No?” he asks.

What the fuck do I know about putting on a condom? They didn’t teach that in Sunday school or youth group. It wasn’t on the SATs or covered at college either.

“I don’t know how,” I confess, my cheeks warming.

“Never had a man eat you for dessert and never put on a condom.”He shakes his head, but not with disappointment or disgust. Unless I’m mistaken, that’s a look of satisfaction.

His next words confirm my suspicion.“Call me greedy, but I love the idea of claiming some of your firsts.”

“Well, I aim to please,” I jest, hoping to avoid talking about how many of my firsts he’s claiming.

Essentially all of them.

Resting on his heels between my parted thighs, he narrows his eyes at me, lowering his chin inquisitively. “Has a man ever made you come before?”

“Yes,” I announce, unable to contain my proud smile.

He puckers his lips into a pout — so unlike him. “Damn. I was hoping to claim that too.”

I laugh softly. “Oh you did.”

He quirks his head to the side.

“A few weeks ago and again tonight. First and second are yours, James.”

Instead of beaming back at me as I expect, his budding smile slips away. I want to ask him what’s wrong, but before I can formulate the words, he takes my hand and puts the condom in my palm.

“Here’s your first condom lesson, Lettie Holt, and then I’ll claim your third climax too.” His eyes dance with a touch of mirth, wiping away my earlier fear that something was wrong. “You don’t want to put it on inside out, so make sure it looks like this.”

He explains a little more, including how to grasp it properly and position it over his tip.

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