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“I’m n-not thinking about anything.”

That finger came up and blazed a trail along her jaw, which also betrayed her and loosened its useless grip on air.

Her body felt relaxed. Well, as relaxed as a vibrating inferno could be.

They were inches from the door. So close to it that she pictured Reggie nudging it shut with his toe. When he did what she imagined, she knew she had to shut her imagination down. Shut it down. Shut it down.

Do not think of his hand caressing my face. Do not think of the hot kisses he painted all over my body. Do not think of his thigh wedged between my legs. Do not think of his giant, throbbing cock. Do not think of his bulging biceps holding me up and his heavy body banging me against the wall.

And then her imagination took on a life of its own.

Chapter 9

REGGIE HADN’T PLANNED TO bang Detta against another wall. But…well, she looked as though she wanted him to bang her against another wall. Her eyes had dilated to solid black. Obsidian drops. Dipped in ink.

He had asked her what she was thinking about, and her reply had beennothing. But he couldn’t help but thinknothingencompassed a little something from the previous night.

“Are you thinking about last night?”

Her eyes widened and her head jerked a rough nod.

“Are you thinking that you would like more of that?”

The pause was longer than Reggie expected. Was he about to be sorely disappointed? The possibility of rejection loomed over him. It might be more than he could swallow, if she didn’t take him up on the offer. For if she didn’t, it meant that last night he probably hadn’t done enough to make her want more. If anyother woman refused him, he could accept him. Hell, he’d been refused more than he had been accepted. But everything was different with Detta. He wanted her acceptance. He craved her. And he was pretty sure he did a solid job at pleasuring her last night. Either he was delusional, or she simply wanted something else. So he waited with bated breath.

But when her answer came, he realized that he would have waited a hundred more bated breaths if only to hear her say those words.

Barely a whisper, she leaned in, pressing her cheek to his, “And then some.”

His breeches tightened at the thought, as if he could outgrow them with those three humble words. He wasn’t sure his cock had ever throbbed like this. Just at her whisper, a slight press of her cheek, and he was engorged, ready to explode.

Her ear was so close to his lips that he blew a soft breath along her ear and down her neck, chasing the rising bumps. Hands fluttered to his chest, resting softly. He placed a delicate kiss on the top of her exposed shoulder, causing it to tremble. Her forehead nuzzled against the side of his neck and back up into his hair, and he swept kisses down toward her collarbone.

Further he went, pulling away from her slightly, but drawing closer to her breasts. Those delectable creamy mounds. He had dreamed of them last night. In his sleep, he tried to recall their color, but the balcony had been dark. Dreaming, he was doing unimaginable things to them all night, and he woke up with a dripping cock. Now, those plush mounds were his for the taking. She was offering them to him, arching them up into his face. He dipped his tongue down between her breasts.

A sigh. A soft moan. “Reggie…”

He gently squeezed her breasts, pushing them up until he caught a glimpse of her nipples. They were whiskey colored. His favorite drink. He flicked his tongue over the top of one mound,then the other, not trusting himself to do more yet. “Do you like that?”

She answered with a moan.

“Tell me what you want, Detta.” He peered up at her. Blush tinted her cheeks. Heavy lids, half closed, tried to find him. She was his real-life dream, and he wanted nothing more than to pleasure her. He wanted to hear her say the words. Ask him for delight. Ask him to give her a gift that she had never asked for before.

Her head shook slowly side to side. Her blonde tresses shone like rays of sunshine in a room devoid of windows.

“Tell me, Detta.” He withdrew his tongue. “I need to hear you say it.”

The slow shake started again. “What doyouwant, Detta?”

Another pause. This time he waited with more confidence. Eager to hear what words she would use. Had she ever spoken aloud her desires? Ever given voice to her passions? Even once verbalizedherneeds?

“Suck me…”

Lost. Driven. Hooked.

He pushed up on her breasts, and her nipple poked up above the line of her bodice. His lips locked around her, and he drew her into his mouth. Her ruched nipple. He sucked and lavished circles around it.

Her leg lifted toward his hips. Skirts were pulled up. His hands dropped and tucked under her bottom while she wrapped her legs around his waist. He took a step closer, encasing her against the wall.

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