Page 176 of Unexpected Hero

His hips shift, driving his cock farther into my fist. Emboldened by his reaction, I rise to my knees and settle beside him so I’m looking down on his body as I work my hand in slow and steady strokes. My eyes trail over his frame, taking in every freckle, corded muscle, and patch of hair. He’s so damn hot.

As I study him, I find myself stroking him harder and faster. I’m itching to lean over him and swirl my tongue over the head of his cock. Perhaps I can treat his dick like Freya treats her lollipops. Lord knows I’ve seen her go to town on those things enough that I should be able to mimic it.

Slowing my strokes, I lick my lips and lean forward.

“Lettie, what are you doing?”His unexpected question breaks me out of my stupor.

Why do I feel like I’ve been caught stealing?

“I was going to give it a little lick. Maybe suck it.” I raise my brows at him, silently asking for permission.

“As much as I’d love that, we’re not doing that now.”

I pout like a petulant child. “Why not?”

“Tonight is all about you.”

“Well, what if I want to suck your dick?”

He grins wickedly, his expression dripping with depravity. I love everything about how he looks at me. “Have you ever sucked a cock before, sugar bear?”

My face contorts into a grimace. “What do you think?”

“We’re not having that lesson tonight.”

I glance toward the window, noticing the inky darkness behind the shades has brightened with the first light of dawn. “What about tomorrow?”

“Fine.”

My shoulders shimmy, try as I might to stop them. “It is tomorrow.”

He laughs, and it sends a shot of lust to my core.

“Not now, sweetness. We have other plans for tonight.”

“I think I’m ready then. For... uh, you know.”

He sits up, bringing his mouth inches from mine. “Say it, baby. Tell me what you want.”

Looking into his hooded-eyes, I say something I never thought I’d be capable of saying to a man. And I don’t even hesitate. “I’m ready for your cock. I want to feel you inside me. I need you to fuck me.”

Reaching around my head, he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me the rest of the way to him, slamming his lips to mine.

When he stops, he asks, “Are you on birth control?”

“No.”

“Damn. I’d have loved to take you bare.”

“I think I’d like that too, but I have no idea why or what it would feel like.”

“Your honesty is fucking adorable.” He kisses me again, his mouth hard and unyielding.

With our lips joined and tongues intermingling, he falls backward onto the pillow, taking me with him. Once we’re both flat on the mattress, he moves us so he’s on top again. After a few seconds of kissing me stupid, he attempts to pull away from me. But I hold him tightly by his neck, unwilling to let him go.

His laughter feathers across my lips. “I need to get a condom on, sugar bear.”

“Okay, but hurry.”

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