Page 62 of You've Got Male

“We already established, I’m a big guy.” He pressed her against him so hard that her good parts were aligned with his good parts, and she felt just how big he was. “With a big problem.”

She slid her hand down his bare chest, loving how the muscles twitched beneath her touch, not stopping until she met the outline of his very large erection. It was heavy and pushed against the front of his shorts. “I can see.”

She cupped him and he let out a groan that betrayed every ounce of pent-up sexual frustration. She cupped him harder and his eyes dazed, then his hand covered hers, stilling it.

“Maybe I overstated my prowess,” he said with a chuckle. “It’s just been a long time and I don’t want to shoot my shot before I even get you out of these shorts, which, by the way, are going to star in my dreams tonight.”

Her heart skittered to a stop. “Wait. You haven’t since, um…” He shook his head. “I mean, I know that we didn’t, but I assumed that you’d…”

“There’s been no one but you,” he said, and it somehow strucka romantic chord within her. It also struck a tripwire in her internal warning center because romance had no business when it came to just sex.

And that’s what this was. Just sex.

“There’s been no one for me for a while,” she admitted. “A long while.”

“Then we’ll take it slow together,” he said and then his mouth gently pressed against hers. It wasn’t quite a kiss so much as a greeting—an achingly gentle greeting that had her toes curling into the floor.

The second meeting of the lips was more of a promise of what was to come—and she had a feeling it was going to be her.

“What if I want to take it fast?” she asked, because slow didn’t work for her. Her heart couldn’t withstand slow.

“If fast is what the lady wants, then fast is what she’ll get.”

Before she could say another word, his mouth came crashing down on hers. One hand gripped her hair while the other journeyed down her body until it found her denim-clad ass.

“Can I take these off?” he breathed into her mouth, his hands already sliding under the hem and massaging the curve of her bare bottom. “I want to see just how perfect you are.”

“I’ve had a baby, Jonah. I’m far from perfect.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” He looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing on the planet. “So, is that a yes?”

Evie swallowed hard and nodded.

“I need to hear you say it.” His lips were on the gentle slope of her neck, his hands gripping and sculpting the sensitive skin where her upper thigh met her backside. “I need to hear you say that you want this as badly as I do.”

“I want this.” And to prove it, she unbuttoned her shorts and with a little shimmy, slid them off her hips, letting them fall to the floor—leaving her in nothing but a thong.

He took in her lace and that million-watt smile paid her a visit.“Blue? For me, sunshine?” When she didn’t answer, he ran the pads of his thumbs down the back of the thin strap of sapphire-blue fabric that went into the valley between her cheeks. “Yeah, they’re for me. Did you think about me when you got dressed?”

The honest truth? Yes. She’d seen him earlier that morning mowing his lawn, his white T-shirt clinging to his chest with the day’s heat, his biceps showing off. She’d carried the image into the shower, while she’d participated in a little self-care, and then again when she’d pulled out the blue lace. Not that she knew he’d come over, but maybe she’d been secretly fantasizing.

“I think about you a lot,” she admitted, surprising them both. “Ever since that summer night.”

“The way I handled everything has been on replay for months. I’ve regretted my decision ever since. Which is why I’m going to make it up to you.”

“You don’t have to make it up to me. Just make me feel good.”

He moved like lightning, his mouth taking hers in a hard, hungry kiss that had her head spinning. He devoured and dined, dipping his tongue into her mouth and sliding it against hers. She sifted her fingers through his hair to hold him to her and that rippling chest of his started to heave.

He nipped her lower lip, hard enough to sting, then pressed wet kisses down her neck, to the hollow of her throat and lower until he was hovering over her breasts. He brushed his lips over her nipple, then pulled her into his mouth through the material and a groan erupted from the back of her throat. He moved to the other side and back again, until her breathing was as erratic as her frustration. She didn’t want to be teased, she wanted to be touched.

Skin to skin. His mouth on her with nothing between them.

She lifted her arms in invitation and he RSVPed to that party at laser speed. Her shirt was up and over her head, and before she knew it he was lifting her onto the table, stepping into the vee ofher thighs and parting her legs.

His gaze ran down her, lingering and savoring, not coming back to hers until he’d made a few pitstops along the way.

“Christ, I knew you were beautiful, but you’re even more stunning than I remember.”

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