Page 74 of Wrangled

Brown eyes locked onto mine. “I got rid of that one in the shower. This is an all new-and-improved hard-on.” He took my hand in his. “Now, how about you show me your bedroom?”

I led him through the house toward the stairs, my heart hammering. “Did you bring them?” I’d searched every drawer in my bedroom.

“Yeah, we’re good to go all night if we need to.”

I laughed. “Can’t tell you the last time I went all night.” I paused at the top step. “Just how old are you?”

“Thirty-five.”

I chuckled. “No wonder you can talk like that.” Lord, I remembered being that age, when three orgasms a night was the norm—ifI was allowed to come.

I pushed the door open, and he went in first, pulling me after him. He came to a halt. “Whoa. Nice bed.”

Ilovedmy bed. It was wide and high, made of pine, with posts that were perfect for tying things around. And then I gasped as he pushed me backward onto it.

“Good mattress too.” He kicked off his boots, shrugged off his jacket, and climbed onto it. I let my knees fall apart, allowing him to crawl up my body until his face was inches from mine. He paused, his eyes on mine, watching…

Don’t study me—kissme, for God’s sake.

Then I let out an internal sigh of relief when our lips met. I cupped his nape, dragging him in, wanting more. He rocked, his crotch sliding over mine again and again, until I was doing my damnedest not to whimper.

He sat upright, hauling me with him. “Arms.”

I held them high, and he pulled my tee over my head before removing his own. He pushed me onto my back once more, only this time, his lips were on my neck, making me shiver. I wanted them to graze the skin, to leave a mark, but he kept his kisses gentle. When he moved lower, his tongue seeking out my nipple, I shuddered.Suck on it, please. Instead, he laved it with teasing flicks, until I was writhing beneath him. He traced a line from my chest to my navel, a slow, tantalizing lick that sent tingles through me.

Does he haveany ideawhat he’s doing to me?

He paused at my waistband, and my shivers intensified. “Want to see this.” Toby unbuttoned my jeans, lowered the zip, and my dick sprang out, clamoring for attention. “Oh, perfect.”

He gave it a tentative lick, and I groaned at the sensation. Then I gasped when he took the head into his mouth. I placed my hands on his head, dying to exert pressure but not daring to.

It had been more than twenty years since I’d played the feeling-each-other-out game, so I was way out of practice. I pushed up with my hips, my cock not going too deep, just enough to signal my need, praying he noticed.

Toby licked up and down my shaft, pausing now and then to suck on the head. He pulled free, his gaze locked on mine. “Time to lose the jeans—for both of us.”

Thank God.

He grasped the waistband and tugged, and I lifted my hips off the mattress to allow him to slide my jeans lower. Toby shifted off the bed and grabbed the hems, tugging them off my legs, my dick smacking against my stomach. Then he popped the button on his own jeans and started lowering the zipper, stopping when the head of his dick came into view.

Shit, don’t stop there.

“Oops. Can’t forget the supplies.” He reached into his front pocket, removed three condoms, and tossed them onto the bed.

“Lube’s in the drawer,” I managed to get out as he shoved his jeans to his ankles.

“Yeah, we’re going to need that.” He tugged out of his jeans and took off his socks.

My stomach quivered as I opened the nightstand drawer, scrabbling for the bottle. I placed it next to the condoms, drinking in the sight. His shaft stood to attention, and my first thought was that there was more of him than there’d been in the tub. The gentle ripple of his abs, the V that led the eye lower to the mass of dark, tight curls above his dick, the curve of his pecs…

Toby was a heartstopper.

He stood beside the bed, gazing at me in silence, until I wanted to beg him to do something,anything… He leaned forward, gripped my hips, and dragged my ass to the edge of the bed. He grasped my ankles and lifted my legs into the air.

“Hold them for me.”

God, I wassoready to be fucked.

I hooked my arms under my knees and drew them to my chest. Toby rubbed his thumb over my hole, and I shivered again.

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