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“You’re making me nuts, Moira. And full disclosure here, I’m going to kiss the hell out of you if you don’t stop,” Welker stated when they were on the remote road to his house.

“Right now?” Moira quipped edgily. “Uh, won’t you crash the car?”

Welker growled. “I meant, when we get home,” he clarified. “I just wanted to make my position clear so I don’t take anything for granted. That means if you want to back out, you need to stop with the hand-motions and tell me now.”

Moira grew a little giddy, shaky, yet bubbly with anticipation. “What if I want to do more than kiss?” she dared ask, moving her digits ever closer to Welk’s cock.

The jeans under her fingers drew tighter across his flanks, and Moira knew it was because the impressive organ she’d glimpsed under the table earlier was having a tough time remaining unaffected.

Welker cleared his throat. “You’ll have to spell it out for me, Moira. I feel like I’m in a dream. I’ve thought about this happening for so long, I’m not sure my ears are hearing you correctly.”

Moira licked her dry lips. “I… I’m ready to take this further, Welk. Because, in my head, we’ve already gone way past kisses. But…I’ve never felt quite this nervous before.”

Welker looked relieved. “You’ve got some experience then,” he stated, and Moira understood why. With the non-gender-defining clothes she normally wore, along with the don’t-mess-with-me front she always presented, he probably figured she was a virgin.

“Uh, duh. I had a boyfriend in college, remember? I mentioned Jory,” she prompted him.

“I know you did,” he huffed. “But the way you spoke, made me think that relationship wasn’t exactly…physical.”

Moira actually laughed at that.

“It shouldn’t have been,” she revealed, giving a wry snort.

Umm, if Welker wanted to talk about her sexual past, she guessed she’d give him an earful…if just to warn him. “Jory and I were both newbies to the love-making game when we decided to give it a whirl, and let’s just say we quickly discovered—after a few unsatisfactory outings—that we were happy to revert back to keeping things platonic.”

She took a deep breath and continued.

“After Jory and I parted ways as juniors, I spent the next year hooking up with a few different guys. But there was never anything earth-shaking about any of them,” she revealed. “A couple of them even let me know I was ‘difficult’, and ‘hard to please’. Does that tell you what you might be up against?”

She hoped beyond hope Welker wouldn’t cut his losses and back out now, because she had a feeling, with him, sex would be different. She was already more turned on talking in the abstract with Welker, than she’d been during the act, with anybody else.

Welker made a noise deep in his throat. “Yeah. It tells me your previous partners were all a bunch of clueless idiots,” Welker ground out. “I’ll make a bet with you, Moira.”

Okay. That had her curious. “Go ahead.”

“If you’re not completely soaked by the time I’m ready to fuck you, I’ll not only turn in my man card, I’ll let you tell all my friends I suck in bed.”

Moira blinked. “That’s…graphic.”

Welker shook his head. “I’m giving you honesty, Bliss. I can’t wait to have my head between your legs and my fingers up inside you until you come all over my face.”

He’d gone from graphic, to pornographic, and…

Is it hot in this car?

Words had never turned Moira on before. Or… Actually, nobody had ever laid out a scenario like the one Welker was describing. She felt her lady parts go damp.

Dammit. Now she wanted him to pull over, lift her skirt, and spread her legs right here to have him prove the validity of his boasts.

Instead, her hand went—of its own volition—to the tumescence in his jeans. She caressed the twitching bulge and Welker groaned.

“Moira,” he warned.

Emboldened, she gave him a firm squeeze, then went for his zipper.

Moira wondered briefly if he’d stop her, but it looked like he was all in, because he not only allowed her actions, but reached down to the seat controls and moved it back several inches.

Moira undid his snap, which sounded loud in the confines of the quiet car, but she didn’t stop there. Slowly, painstakingly, so as not to hurt the sensitive beast she knew lay beneath, she lowered his zipper.

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