Page 92 of You've Got Male

He ran a hand down his face. “Too far.”

“I have a glass on the nightstand.” He followed her gaze but shook his head.

“Not enough.”

“You want me to do it?”

“I’m just a little flustered. I need a minute.”

But a minute was too long because she crawled off the bed and stood just out of reach. Gripping the hem of her tank, she started to pull.

Yeah, this was what he wanted, to watch her watching him so she could see just how badly he needed her.

“Slower,” he said and,Lord help him, she actually listened.

She took her time, stopping right beneath the undersides of what he already knew were perfect tens, and lifted a brow. “Ready?”

“Come here.” He cupped the back of her thighs and pulled her toward him, and when she was standing between his legs he pressed kisses up her stomach to right beneath her breasts, then looked up at her. “Now I’m ready.”

With a smile she lifted the shirt the rest of the way and dropped it to the floor, gifting him the view of a lifetime. And yes, camo was his new favorite color. And yes, this was exactly how he wanted to uncover them, with her taking the lead and setting the pace.

“Like that?” she asked.

“Just like that.”

He put his mouth to her, loving how her nipple went hard against the flat of his tongue. He worshipped it before moving to the other, back and forth until her hands were fisted tightly in his hair and she was moaning.

He ran his palms up the curve of her ass, letting the strip oflace slide between his fingers. Then that lace was sliding down her legs, leaving her, head to toe, in his new favorite color.

“Come here.” He tugged her onto his lap and laid back, urging her to scoot up and up until she was practically sitting on his face.

“Jonah, what are you—?” She tried to squirm away, but he held her firm. “Oh, I don’t think—”

His answer was to lick her up the center. And it seemed to be an answer she liked because the moan she let out could have been heard from the other side of the Rockies.

Their conversation quickly picked up speed and intensity. He used his tongue, teeth, and his mouth to work her, until he felt her knees buckling and he was pretty sure she was going to suffocate him. But what a way to go.

“Jonah, I’m going to collapse if you keep that up,” she whispered on a ragged breath.

He laced her fingers through his, then brought them to rest on the mattress above his head so that she was bent at the waist and in a position he’d love to further explore. It took her a minute to acclimate, but that didn’t stop her from bucking against his tongue, pressing down on his mouth, riding his face until she was crying out.

He felt the tremors shake her body, rode out her orgasm with her until she was spent and collapsed on her side. He came up on his elbow and looked down at her sex-dazed expression.

Slowly her eyes opened. “I guess you took me first.”

“I am a ladies-first kind of guy.”

“How about a mutually-beneficial kind of guy?”

“I am, if nothing, an equal-opportunity lover.”

“Good.” She yanked his shirt off. “Because I want to get to some of the mutual beneficiation parts. And that starts with you naked and beneath me.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. He was taking hisshorts off and she was doing her best to help—which was more stroking and groping than anything—and then they were both naked and twisted up like a pretzel on the bed, arms and legs interwoven, their mouths fused together, their hands everywhere all at once.

She kissed her way across his jawline and nibbled on his earlobe, running her tongue around the shell of his ear, before whispering, “Let me touch you, Jonah.”

Mind. Blown. He went ballistic, trying to reconcile all the emotions and pent-up tension from the past week that had twisted into a really fucking complicated hot ball that settled right in his groin. Especially when her hands smoothed down his chest, teased across his stomach, and—bingo—it was go time.

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