Page 74 of Man Advantage

I squirmed under him. “Please do.”

Those gorgeous eyes gleamed with hunger. He shifted onto his side and trailed his fingertips down my belly. “I always loved doing this before.”

I parted my thighs. “You were always damn good at it, too.” He really had been. Even in our clumsy, clueless teenager days, he’d always had magic fingers, and that hadn’t changed. Still a soft, gentle touch, just less tentative now. More sure than he’d been back then.

Jesus Christ, this was sexy. Lying here, kissing, teasing each other with our hands—I could do this all damned day. Or until we both came again. Or—whatever, I just loved it.

I couldn’t help rocking my hips to egg him on. Some guys took that to mean they should work their fingers harder—ouch—but just like in the shower, Trev’s touch stayed light.

He moved his fingers down a little, exploring carefully. When he found my entrance, he teased gently, as if making sure he wasn’t crossing a line. I rocked my hips some more, moaning into his kiss, and he definitely got the message—two fingers slid inside.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, arching my back as he worked his magic both inside and out.

“Like that?” He was grinning, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. As if he really wasn’t sure I was into this.

“Are you kidding?” I slurred. “That is so good.”

He claimed my mouth again, and fuck me, I couldn’t get enough of anything he did.

I didn’t want to hog the fun, though, so I wrapped my fingers around his dick, and I was rewarded with a gasp and a mumbled, “Jesus fuck.”

Then we were making out again. He fingered me as I stroked him, and before long, we were both breathing so hard, it was a miracle we could still kiss.

It had been way, way too long since I’d been with someone who was this enthralled with my responses. Someone who was clearly driven by what I liked and how I reacted.

Sex that’s a two-way street—what a fucking concept.

I could have easily come again just like this, but that wasn’t what I wanted this time. I wanted his dick. Right the hell now. I didn’t care where or in what position—I just needed every inch of him buried in me.Now.

I broke the kiss to tell him exactly that, but he spoke first.

“Do you, um…” Trev licked his lips. “Do you still like it when someone goes down on you?”

Oh. Oh, nowthatwas an intriguing thought.

I squeezed his hand between my thighs as I squirmed. “I love it.”

“Yeah?” He laughed softly and blushed. “I swear I’m better at it than I was as a teenager.”

I snorted. “Baby, we’reallbetter at this than we were as teenagers. And yes, I fucking love it, so be my guest.”

His grin made my toes curl. So did the way he kissed me until I was panting all over again.

“One request, though?” I asked as I tried to catch my breath.

He raised his eyebrows.

Grinning, I said, “I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to be dicked down. And I really, really want it.”

Trev licked his lips. “So go down on you, and then plow you like a driveway in Calgary?”

I snorted, and he chuckled.

“I wouldn’t word it quite like that,” I said, still laughing. “But yes.Please.”

The heat in his eyes had me squirming all over again.

“Hell yeah,” he purred, and kissed me one more time.

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