Page 40 of Close Pursuit

Alex snorted. “Very drunk.”

“I’ve made out, of course. Gotten a hickey or two. Oh, and I gave a guy a hickey, once,” she announced in triumph.

“Has a man ever gone down on you?” he asked.

“Like oral sex?” she asked, a faint quaver in her voice. “No.”

“Ever used any toys?”

She laughed. “I went online once to see if I could order a vibrator. My best friend said they’re the best way to get an orgasm. But there were so many things to choose from I didn’t know where to start.”

He shook his head. “Babe in the woods,” he muttered. Cripes. She was practically a virgin. She’d never had an orgasm? Not one?

She laid her hands on his chest, sliding her palms up to his shoulders and beyond, toying with the short hairs at the back of his neck. “Show me just one thing,” she coaxed.

“When you imagine good sex, what do you think about?” he challenged.

“I don’t understand.”

“Do you imagine being told what to do? Tied up? Or do you fantasize about being in charge, yourself? Telling the guy what to do and how to pleasure you. Do you envision a romantic encounter or a wild fuck?”

“Oh,” she breathed.

He stared down at her, waiting. Two could play the patience game.

“Umm, I think I’d rather have the guy be in charge.”

“And?” he murmured.

“I’ve had dreams a couple of times about being, umm, at a man’s mercy. I woke up turned on.”

“Good to know. Do you imagine it slow and sexy or hard and rough?”

The pulse at the base of her neck right where her collarbone ended jumped. He would lay odds she was flushing, but it would take better light than this to tell if he was right.

She caught her lower lip between her teeth and he all but jumped her right then.

“I don’t know,” she answered slowly. “I’d have to try both, I suppose.”

She was a natural temptress. Totally unaware of her own sensuality.

Still holding both of her wrists, he guided them behind her back. “Clasp your hands,” he instructed quietly. “And don’t let go. Can you do that for me?”

“Uh huh,” she replied breathlessly.

How in the hell had she talked him into this? Why couldn’t he seem to say no to her?

The position thrust her breasts up and out toward him. She lifted her chin and exposed the length of her neck to him.

Very slowly, he reached for the hem of her ridiculously pink turtleneck and raised it up until her bra and the cleft between her breasts was exposed. He hooked his index fingers in both of the lace bra cups and drew them downward millimeter by millimeter, gradually circling the underside of her sweet, firm breasts, exposing them as he went.

He confessed, “I’ve been thinking about doing this ever since you suckled Dawn.”

“So have I,” she agreed breathlessly. “That and how you…” she finished in a rush, “…made my nipple stand up for her to suck.”

Without warning, he flicked both of his thumbnails across her rosy peaks. She gasped, and…God save him…lifted her breasts a little more.

“Again,” she breathed.

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