Page 74 of Crazy Imperfect Hearts

I’ve deduced that as we get older, hand jobs become all too underrated. They tend to fall by the wayside as we graduate onto other things. But… Jesus… with the way she’s working me, it’s becoming clear that this may not even turn out to be the appetizer. It could very well be the main course.

Which is why I grab her hand, stilling it.

“You don’t like the way I—”

“Ray, I fucking love it. That’s the problem.”

“Oh.” She scoots back onto the bed. “I guess it’s your turn then.”

Not wasting a second, I pull the sweatshirt up and over her head. Much to my delight, she’s braless. Instantly my mouth falls to a breast, and I toy with her nipple. I take a chance, lightly grazing my teeth across it. When she inhales sharply, I lift my head. “Admit it. You like that.”

A slow smile spreads across her face.

“If you like that, just wait until I do the same thing to your clit.”

Her head falling back against the pillow is all the invitation I need. I peel her pants down, then her underwear, and I’m bombarded with the unmistakable scent of her arousal. It turns me feral, and I feast on her like Thanksgiving dinner.

True to my word, I gingerly scrape my teeth against her clit. As I’d hoped, her back arches and her hips press into me. I intermittently use my tongue and teeth in an attempt to drive her wild.

It’s working. Or I think it is. Because one, she’s making all those sexy as fuck noises. And two, she’s not pulling away, telling me to just get on with it.

I double my efforts, adding a few fingers to search for that elusive spot inside her that may be the winning ticket.

“Oh… ahh… Luke…”

I almost smile but don’t. I can’t stop doing exactly what I’m doing. Because I swear she’s about to get there. And I’m about to be king of the world.

Then, out of the blue, she stills and grabs my shoulders. “Lucas, please.”

It’s what every man nestled between a woman’s legs wants to hear: her begging for release. But that’s not what Regan is asking. She’s saying she wants this over with. My dick inside her. For me to do my stud duties.

“One more minute?” I ask, then swipe my tongue across her.

Her eyes close in discouragement. “It’s not going to happen.”

“But I could—”

“Lucas, please.” She rises on her elbows. “I’m asking nicely here.”

I sigh and crawl up her body. “One of these days, Ray.” I push inside her. “One of these days.”

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“Where did I go wrong?” I ask when it’s over.

She shakes her head. “It wasn’t you at all. I thought I might even get there. But then when I had that thought, a bunch of other thoughts started creeping in. Am I really going to? What will it be like after all this time? Will Lucas think I’m faking? And it just went away.”

“But you were close.”

She nods. “Closer than I’ve been in a long long time.”

“Which means all we need to do is get you over the edge.”

“Not the objective anymore.” She points behind me. “Can you hand me that pillow? I’m going to lie here with it under my hips.”

I hand it to her, then uncork the bottle I brought in and pour her a glass. “Stay as long as you like. I’m going to have a shower.”

When I return twenty minutes later, her wine glass is empty, and Regan is asleep. Standing in my towel, I lean against the doorway between the bedroom and bathroom, and I watch. She’s still on her back, pillow under her butt, her chest rising and falling slowly.

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