Page 54 of A Fighting Chance

I jerk my face to look at him, feeling my cheeks get warm just at the mention. I nod. “I believe I remember.”

“Can you do that for me?” he asks.

I look at him, confused for a moment before it really sinks in—what he’s asking me. “Oh my god, no. I can’t do that.”

He pouts his bottom lip out. “Why not?”

“Because, we have to get ready. And I can’t look at you while you’re watching me do that,” I say, blushing so hard I know I resemble a strawberry.

“What if I help?” he asks.

My eyebrow raises at his suggestion because I definitely like the sound of that. “Help me how?” I ask, genuinely interested.

Gentry moves closer to me, his eyes fixed on my mouth. He reaches down and kisses me hard then pulls back again. “Do you want me to tell you or show you?” he asks, then proceeds to kiss me again.

“Show me. Definitely show me,” I say eagerly, my eyes still closed, my mouth still drunk from his kisses.

He reaches down, trailing his fingers over my nipples. He rolls them between his fingertips, and they harden under his touch. His hand travels down, parts my legs. He lingers right at the top of my center, hovers there, letting the ache in me build.

“Do you feel that?” he asks.

I nod, biting my bottom lip.

“Give me your hand,” he instructs.

I hesitate for a moment, then hold my hand out to his.

He cups it into his, guiding my fingers down my body, until we part me—together.

He growls in my ear and presses me against the shower wall and window. He pushes his knee between my legs, parting me further. He dips my fingers in and out of me, shadowing them with his own hand while rubbing circles over my clit. My toes begin to curl. If I know anything, it’s my own body. And maybe it’s the heightened sexiness of him helping, or just him in general, but it isn’t going to take long for me to come like this.

“Does it feel good?” he asks, his face so close to mine I could reach up and bite his jaw.

“Yes,” I moan, inhaling ragged breaths.

“Tell me how good it feels,” he demands.

But I don’t know what to say. I’m lost to the sensations I feel all throughout my body. Lost to the delicious feeling growing inside me.

“Does it feel better than when I’m inside you?” he asks, grinding his hips into mine, pressing himself against me.

I shake my head because that’s an easy answer to give. I feel his length against my hip, long and hard. I ache forhim, knowing he’s so close.

“Pity,” he says, rubbing his shaft up and down.

I take him into my free hand and he curses under his breath. My hand slides up and down and he groans, biting his lip.

“I want you,” I say.

“And I want you,” he says, squeezing his eyes closed at my touch.

“No, I want younow. I want you inside me,” I beg.

His eyes open, hesitation on his face. “I don’t have any condoms in here.”

“I don’t care. I’m safe. Are you?” I ask.

He nods his head. “What about—”

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