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Chapter Twelve

Barney could hardly catch his breath. He expected a good show and to be jerking himself off to that image all night. He’d never dreamed she’d drop to her knees and suck him dry.

Looking down at her face as she curled up on his lap did something to his chest. Her brown eyes were closed, her face relaxed. He wanted to give her so much pleasure, but some of that would have to wait. His recovery time was admirable, especially with her perfect peach of an ass on top of his dick, but it wasn’t instantaneous.

For the first time, he was unsure about sex. He didn’t like that feeling at all. Sure, she’d just swallowed his load, but maybe that was all she wanted to share. He wanted to ask if he could touch her, but he was almost afraid of the answer. A no would be highly disappointing.

Liar.

More than disappointing, it would be borderline devastating.

However, she answered the unvoiced question as her hand slid between her own legs. At first, all Barney could do was watch as she whimpered and circled her clit with two fingers.

Her other hand roughly tugged at her nipple.

Oh, hell no.

“Need a hand with that?”

“Umhm.”

Barney ripped her hand from between her legs and stuck those fingers in his mouth as he stood with her and turned for the bed. She tasted like salvation.

Fuck, I’m in trouble.

He didn’t give two shits about trouble at that moment. Hell, he was about to go nose deep in trouble and enjoy every single second of it.

“Barney, please?” She begged, fucking begged. Damn, his potential recovery time was improving vastly.

With no further hesitation, he licked her from back to front, pausing for a moment at her clit, then returned to spear her with his tongue. Her moans just spurred him on, and he feasted on her with abandon, nibbling this and nipping that.

When she rose off the bed like he was exorcising a demon, her thrust two fingers into her, looking for that special place to send her soaring into the clouds.

Her hands flew to her breasts. Holy shit, she liked it rough if the way she handled herself was any indication.

There it is.

Barney made thecome heremovement with his fingers and boy did she.

“Fuuuuuuuuck.” It was the longest u he’d heard in his life, but he didn’t let up until his hand was soaked and she flopped back, boneless and exhausted.

By the time she let out a sated sigh, he was fully fucking recovered.

But, is that what she wanted?Shit. Maybe her intent had been to masturbate each other. Which they’d successfully done.

Did Zee want to take it further? He hoped like hell she did. The overwhelming urge to mark her inside and out spread through him like a wildfire.

Barney had condoms in his bedside table drawer, but they shared a bathroom and he’d seen her pills, so he knew he wouldn’t need them to prevent an unwanted pregnancy.

Her cheating douche of a dead ex would concern him in other ways if he hadn’t been gone for a while and she had been deployed before that. Also, her confessions about their intimacy put those concerns out of his mind.

No, why he hesitated now was, he was unsure if this was what she had in mind when she crossed the threshold of his bedroom door. Every fiber of his body said green light, go. But his mind said red light, stop.

The last thing he wanted from Zee was regrets. If she only intended the contact she’d already freely given, but got caught up in the post-orgasm bliss, she’d hate him. Hell, he’d hate himself. He was unsure how to ask without sounding crazy.

“Barney, if you don’t get up here and show me what all those piercings can do, I’m going to scream down the damn rooftop.”

When she spoke, he snapped his eyes toward hers from between her thighs. A wicked grin swept across his face at her piercing comment. She had no idea, and he couldn’t wait to show her.

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