Page 61 of The Pretender

“Need this?” he asked.

“You do it.” Because she wanted to see him roll it on. Watch him touch himself.

The man did not waste time. He tore the packet open and had the condom out in record time. He slowed down for the rest of the show. Started to roll it on then stopped. He took her hand and wrapped his around it. The two of them guided the latex on him. Inch by delicious inch, it slipped over his length until he was fully sheathed.

By the time they finished, he was rock hard and she needed to end the torment. The game had backfired on her. She’d wanted him to beg, but now she all but pleaded with him to move his hand.

Lowering her body down, she guided him. Felt his length slip inside her, stretching her. She kept going, pushing him deeper. Her inner muscles grabbed on to him and tightened. She couldn’t feel where he stopped and she started.

Without thinking, her body started to move. She pushed and pressed. She rode him in time with a steady beat in her head. The same one that hammered in her heart.

His hands slid over her and her head fell back. The pulsing started deep inside her, that clenching that warned her about what was to come. The tightness wound and coiled inside her. She felt the waves of pleasure build and plunge faster.

Her brain turned off and her body took over. This was raw and filled with need. Every part of her that ached before burst to life now. As her body rose over him and his hands traveled over her she felt wild and free. Open and so clear.

When her hips started to buck, he lifted his legs. His feet slid along the comforter as he curled around her, cradling her.

“Gabby...” he said as his head lifted off the mattress.

Tension pulled at the corners of his mouth. She could see he was on the edge, waiting for her. But she prolonged the pleasure. Clenched her lower body even tighter and let the waves hit her.

He swore as his hands clamped down on her waist. He dragged her down as he lifted up. They met in the middle for a kiss that sent a new shot of excitement through her. His breaths grew shorter and his eyes closed. When he dropped back onto the bed, she knew he was right there. His mouth opened and she let go then. Gave in to the pleasure that hovered just out of reach as he came.

Their bodies pressed together as the orgasm ripped through her. So much for control. This knocked her off balance and had her gasping. She grabbed on to his shoulders to keep from toppling over.

The final waves robbed her of her strength. She fell against him. Hot and covered in a slight sheen of sweat, she lay on top of him. His body rose and fell on rough breaths and she held on for the ride. When he finally stopped moving, she snuggled in. Her legs fell to either side of his hips and she didn’t move. She wasn’t sure she could.

“Damn.” His voice sounded reverent.

She was right there with him. She would have agreed but keeping her cheek on his chest felt too good. They fit together like the perfect puzzle. He didn’t notice the slight bulge of her stomach or the way her thighs had a bit too much jiggle. Or if he did, he didn’t seem to care because he caressed and kissed her there enough.

This, him, today and every day since they’d met, he made her feel worshipped... loved.

What the hell?Her eyes popped open just as she was drifting off. A winding panic started deep in her stomach. Had she become so needy that she was desperate to call any affection love?

The thought made her stomach flip over. “Harris?”

He laughed and his whole body shook. “There is no way I can go again right now. I’m not twenty.”

His amusement eased some of the anxiety welling inside her. “You’re a very impressive thirty.”

“You’re a little off, but we’ll go with that number.”

“Thank you.” She wasn’t sure why she said that except that his ready acceptance of the Tabitha situation and her role and all of the messed-up drama in her family made her feel welcome in his arms. It was an unusual sensation not to be judged.

His arms tightened around her. “I should be thanking you because that was... damn, woman.”

“I mean for listening.”

She could feel him smile against her hair. Man, everything about him was tempting and adorable. Except for the few things that made her want to strangle him.

“Thank you for telling me.”

She lifted her head and looked at him. Those beautiful eyes were clear. No confusion or frustration. Most of all, no anger or pity. He accepted her for her. She almost didn’t know what to do with that information.

“You keep looking at me like that and you’re going to get lucky again very soon.” She placed a quick kiss on the scruff of his beard. Liking the roughness, she did it again.

“Honestly? I’m not a guy who believes in luck.”

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