Page 95 of Javier

I parked before her, took off my T-shirt and unzipped my pants. I pulled down my jeans in one swoop, then stepped out of them and stood before her, naked as I’d been born. For a moment, she just stared. Her cheeks flushed, her skin rippled with goosebumps, and her nipples stood as taut as rose quartz pebbles.

“Oh. My. Lord.” She dragged her gaze between my junk and my face. “I’m a nurse. I’ve seen stuff before, but… um… you’re… impressive.”

“Thanks, I think, but the point I wanna make was thatyouare responsible forthis.” I looked down at my enthusiastic dick, then back at her. “Artemis, goddess of the moon and the hunt, you’re the most exquisite woman I’ve ever met. If you’re the huntress, then I want to be your prey.”

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Missy

His words made my heart flutter. A rabble of butterflies took off in my stomach and somehow my soul followed, taking flight. With one sentence, he set my world on fire. My skin prickled at the sight of him. So big. So strong. All mine for tonight.

I’m not scared, I’m not scared, I’m not a scaredy cat,I recited in my head. The sight of him was magnificent andterrifying at the same time. My courage ebbed.

This is on and you’re doing it, I reminded myself.

Enough with the ignorance. To hell with dreams and fantasies. Mousy Missy was already in my rearview mirror. Prissy Missy was going to die tonight. I glanced at Javier’s robust package. I just hoped it wasn’t going to hurt like hell.

“Angel, look at me.”

I met his sparkling gaze.

“I won’t hurt you,” he promised, settling his right hand over his heart. “I’d rather die. All I want to do is give you pleasure. I understand if you change your mind. We can move forward or not, but you have nothing to fear from me.”

No pressure. No demands. No pushing.

I exhaled the breath I’d been holding and slid my eyes down his body, taking in the solid column of his neck, the expansive width of his shoulders, the grid of his stomach, and the way his chiseled torso narrowed at the waist. I swept my gaze down his muscled legs and his planted feet, noting every nick, every scar, and of course, the sheer perfection of his well-formed toes.

I forced myself to look at his man bits. Big everything, but then again, consistent with his proportions. No hair around his penis. I’d heard operators did this to keep clean on the field. He was a beautiful man, more so now that he was completely naked.

He looked powerful, sculpted, ripped, and oversized everywhere. Need emanated from him, but he stood there patiently, his erection never wavering, waiting to take his cues from me.

“I want you.” I took a step toward him and then another. “I want this.”

He opened his arms. I stepped into his space and he embraced me, a warm and welcoming hug, strong but also tender. Our skin met, a full body kiss. I laid my head onhis shoulder, surprised by the comfort I found there, relieved because I wasn’t standing naked and alone anymore.

The drum of his heart soothed me. It was loud, perhaps even as boisterous as mine. Trapped between our bodies, his sex was hard and hot against my belly. I forced myself to breathe, just breathe. His hands caressed my back in slow, gentle circles.

My fingers tripped over several scars on his back, big ones that matched the wounds I suspected he hid inside. I coiled my arms around his waist and embraced him and all his scars. I felt him react against my lower belly. Lifting my gaze, I found him waiting for me.

“I want to kiss you,” he whispered, his voice husky.

I moistened my lips.

His mouth descended on mine gently, carefully. His lips worked until I parted mine. The feel of his tongue entering my mouth stoked my simmering desire. We communed in the long, delicious kiss while my nerve endings sparked like firecrackers all over my body. I had to press my thighs together to stem the ache growing between my legs. When at last the kiss ended, our gazes met again. The courage that had carried me this far faltered.

“I…um.” I swallowed with a gulp.

“Second thoughts?” he asked.

“No second thoughts.” I hesitated then said. “It’s just that I’m not very brave.”

“Missy Astor, you are the bravest woman I know.”

His certainty strengthened my knees. “I don’t know what to do next.”

“It’s okay, Angel.” He brushed his lips over my mouth. “I’m here, and I’ll teach you absolutely anything and everything you want to know.”

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