Page 55 of Merry Little Midlife Matchmaker

“Do you?” He pulled back to meet my gaze. “Do you see, Lizzie?”

“Well, the boner makes a lot more sense now.”

His laugh was just a sharp exhalation, and then he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and brought my hand down to his crotch. His erection strained against his zipper, hard and hot and throbbing. “Does this make sense to you, Lizzie?”

“Not really.”

“Not really?”

I curled my fingers around his cock, stroking along the placket of his pants until I felt the base of it, then all the way back up to the tip. My own body reacted in an instant, heat and wetness surging between my legs. My skin felt stretched taut, too sensitive. I couldn’t think. Then I stated the obvious. “You’re hard.”

“As stone.”

“Yes.” I stroked him again to make sure. “You are.”

He was hard—for me. He’d wanted to kiss me for weeks. All those moments that I’d thought he was interested hadn’t been in my imagination.

The first man in years to catch my eye wanted me. His hands coasted over my body like he thought I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He touched me like he couldn’t getenough. He kissed me like he wanted to memorize the taste of my lips, like he was desperate for me.

I’d never felt anything like it. I was off-balance. I was falling.

His hand slipped from my wrist and found its way between my legs. I sucked in a hard breath when he cupped me there, pinning me to the wall with his touch. He closed his eyes as he stroked me just like I stroked him, a trembling breath slipping through his lips. “I want to fuck you, Lizzie. I’m sorry if that sounds crass. But I want to feel you come on my cock, want to taste you, want you to rake your nails down my back.”

“You’re supposed to be on a date with another woman.”

His touch became more insistent, the heel of his hand grinding against my clit. His eyes opened. “No.”

“No?” My voice was a breathless tremble.

“No.”

I stood on a precipice. He was all wrong for me. We didn’t fit. He was Adonis, and I was just me. I didn’t have time for a man. I was terrified of giving too much to him and having my heart broken.

But he touched me like he needed me, and my body reacted. Heat swept through my stomach and down to my thighs. Everything went tight as a bowstring inside me as he stroked me through the fabric of my jeans. Even with layers of fabric separating us, his touch felt intense. I hadn’t been touched like this—with raw desire and lust and need—in a long, long time.

My hand hadn’t stopped tracing the outline of his hardness. A cock that throbbed because he wantedme. Sean dipped his head and kissed me again, stroking my tongue with his, pulling back to nibble at my lower lip.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you?” he asked.

“I—” I gripped his cock through his pants. “I think I can tell.”

He huffed again and shook his head, his lips coasting against my cheek, down to my jaw. “No, Lizzie. You have no idea.I dream about you. I’ve been thinking about your body since Thanksgiving. Every time you set me up with someone else, I compare her to you. Every time you laugh, I want you more. I can feel how hot you are,” he continued, squeezing between my legs. “So fucking hot, Lizzie. You drive me insane.”

“I do?” I blinked.

“Yes.” His eyes were fully dark, just a blown-out pupil surrounded by the thinnest ring of color. He stroked between my legs again, and suddenly it wasn’t enough. I didn’t want just his hand on top of my pants. I wanted his hands on my skin. I wanted his mouth. His cock. I wanted all that attention, all that lust, to bear down on me and make me forget that this was a terrible, terrible idea.

His breath ghosted over my lips. “Let me fuck you, Lizzie. Please, baby. Please.” His voice trembled as he begged, and I’d never felt so powerful or so turned on in my entire forty-one years of life.

I nodded, unable to form words.

“Yeah?” he asked, breathy and low.

“Yes,” I managed.

Sean’s fingers were quick. He unbuttoned my jeans and shucked them off with a flick of his wrist, underwear and all. I stepped one foot out of them, holding his shoulders for support, while his hand slid between my legs. Groaning at the feel of my arousal, Sean swore under his breath and stroked me until I was a trembling mess.

Need ripped a gash through the very core of me. I leaned against the wall and spread my legs, holding onto him for stability while he stroked me until I was a quivering mess. I made little breathy noises, gasping and moaning with every touch of his fingers against my clit. And when he slid his fingers inside, the sound of his groan nearly undid me.

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