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This dance with Heath was miles apart. I still wasn’t a great dancer, but he knew how to lead.

As seductions went, this was delicious.

“Thank you,” I murmured, my face upturned.

He was handsome, ridiculously so. The flecks of gray in his hair, his blue eyes that looked stormy right now, those cheekbones that could cut glass…all of it combined into an indelibly attractive package.

“For what?”

“For taking care of me today.”

He brushed a strand of hair from my face. “Anytime, Bambi.”

CHAPTER 7

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Dancing with Sable was erotic torture. She felt damn good in my arms. She fit. We fit. I wanted her. I could feel she wanted me. And yet, I was a little hesitant.

I’d had sex since my divorce—it wasn’t that, but never at my place,myhome. I wanted it to feel momentous, but it only felt natural, almost organic, to kiss her, taste her, touch her while we made out like teenagers on the couch.

Fuck!But she made me hard. She wasn’t coy or shy or inexperienced—she knew what she wanted. I loved a confident woman in bed. I loved a woman who knew that she had to put in as much work at making it good as I did—who was as into it with me as I was into it with her.

Granted, after years of being married, sex in any relationship becomes a little staid. Alexa and I had had the same challenges most long-term couples did—and it wasunfair to compare (also disgustingly wrong) my ex-wife with this doe of a woman who was cupping my cock in her slender hands. But I was human, and we had a nasty habit of drawing trend lines. It could also be because I hadn’t gotten laid in a while that Bambi was getting to me as quickly and deeply as she was. I wasn’t a kid—so it took a minute for me to get hard and blow my load. But not with Sable.

She had her hand in my pants, after she’d pulled down the zipper of my jeans, and she was stroking me in the best way known to mankind.

“You’ve got to stop doing that, darlin’, or I’m going to come in my pants.” I trailed kisses up her jawline to find her mouth, my hand squeezing a breast.

She moaned into my mouth, arching her back. Her tongue slid into my mouth, and we dueled for a long moment, before my desire to taste her took over. I moved up her T-shirt, out of my way, and groaned when I saw her lacy bra. I nibbled on a nipple through the lace, and felt her body tremble. I lifted my face and, looking into her eyes blew gently on the wet silk. Her face flooded with arousal.

“God.”

I settled my cock between her thighs, resting atop her on the sofa, rubbing against her. I should take her upstairs, but that would mean my hands wouldn’t be on her until we got up there, and like a randy teenager, I wasn’t able to comprehend that right now. My hands were full of her lush, sensuous flesh, and I wanted more.

I moved from one nipple to the other,and her hips pushed against me, demanding me to enter her. Her eyes, when she opened them, were filled with lust.

I slid down her body, down, down, down, and gripped the waistband of her jeans that I’d already unbuttoned. I yanked them down. Her matching panties did nothing to stop me from wanting to devour her.

“Heath,” she breathed.

“Yeah, baby.” I stroked both my hands up and down her thighs. She was slender without being thin—a gorgeous woman with a little belly that was sexy as hell. She had lush hips and a pussy that I wanted to see.

I peeled off her panties. “Get rid of the T-shirt and bra, Bambi.”

She did as I asked, watching me, waiting.

“You like a tongue on you, baby?”

She whimpered, staring at my face.

“Yeah?” I prompted.

She nodded, her eyes hooded, her tongue licking her lips in anticipation.

I let go of her beautiful mocha-colored eyes and focused on her beautiful pussy. She had a woman’s body, and I liked that she was trimmed but not bare. When Alexa started doing that because it was all the rage with the desperate housewives of San Diego, it had been disconcerting for me. I believed that women should do what they want with their bodies, and if that was a full Brazilian or a tummy tuck, more power to them.ButI preferred a natural body, a woman’s body, with curves, scars, hair, and all. It was real. Sablewas real. And fucking beautiful.

I devoured her pussy in one long wet lick until I sucked on her clit. Her hips jerked, and her moans got louder. I looked up at her as I suckled the small nub of nerves, and saw that she was watching me eat her. It was erotic as fuck.

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