Page 27 of Perfect Fling

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Erin awoke, herbody plastered against a hard male one. She knew at once where she was and who she was with. She shifted and registered the fact that her silky boxers had ridden up her leg, and she was brazenly rubbing against Cole’s hard, muscular thigh. Mini explosions ignited inside her as she climbed a steady peak that felt so good. Mortified, she immediately stopped wriggling, and the delicious sensations pouring through her body receded.

She wanted to weep at the loss.

They were generating so much heat. The kind that was impossible to resist. And they were living together. More important, and as she’d pointed out to him, she felt safe here in his arms. She didn’t care if it was temporary; she wanted him, and she knew he still wanted her. Even the good girl inside her accepted that something had to give between them sooner or later.

Why not sooner?

Her overly hormonal body craved not just sex, but sex withthis man, and she no longer wanted to deny herself. Drawing a deep breath, she ran her hands over his bare chest, following the same path with her lips, hoping he’d wake up and accept what she was freely offering.

She inhaled, breathing in the musky scent of his skin, and memories of another night assailed her, memories of him taking her hard and fast. That night he’d been in control.

This moment was all on her. She slid her fingers beneath the elastic of his briefs and wrapped her hand around his rigid shaft.Steel covered in silk, she thought, marveling at the magnificent feel of him. This was exactly what she wanted. What she needed.

She slid her thumb over the head and moisture slickened her finger. He jerked in her grasp, and her hips writhed in response.

“What the hell?” He bolted upright in bed and caught her gaze. “Erin.” His tone held a serious warning.

“Mmm?” She pulled down the comforter with her free hand, then pushed at his briefs, wanting them gone.

“We shouldn’t do this again,” he said, his voice thick with arousal.

She paused and looked up, knowing from his gruff tone he was fighting with himself and his desire. “Why not? It’s not like you can get me pregnant.”

His eyes darkened. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered.

“But what a death it’ll be,” she teased, tugging on his briefs once more, urging more action and less speech.

He held his body stiff, drawing her attention. “As long as you understand that I’m here for you and the baby, but as far as the future, I don’t... I mean, I can’t give you—”

“Happily ever after,” she said before he could put his own spin on things.

“Exactly,” he breathed out, sounding relieved, and shifted his gaze away from hers. “I have a job that takes me away for long stretches of time. It’s dangerous, and I just don’t—”

Erin didn’t need to hear any more about why he couldn’t provide her with the family she craved. Instead, she pulled her pride around her like armor. “What makes you think I’d want that kind of future from you anyway?” she asked, deliberately nonchalant.

Which was true, for right now. Combustible chemistry and joint parenthood weren’t enough to base a lifetime commitment on.

But the fact that he already knew he wouldn’t want herthat wayhurt.

More than it should. So she pushed the thought out of her mind and focused on the present and on him.

“Lift your hips,” she said and was shocked when he complied.

She drew his briefs down his muscular legs and tossed them aside. When she came up next to him once more, she found him propped on his elbows, waiting. For her.

Completely nude, his erection now freed, he was hard and big and all hers.

“Be careful what you wish for,” he said, studying her until her face flushed with heat.

He thought she was uncomfortable? That she’d change her mind? Then he probably forgot the woman she’d become that night. Emboldened by her memories, she ran her finger down his long, hot length until he shuddered.

She grinned and lowered her head until her hair brushed his thighs and her breath heated his skin. His groan told her she was getting to him—and she hadn’t really touched him yet. Not the way she wanted to. Closing her eyes, she licked him once, twice, and then finally slid her tongue down the same path her finger had taken. His hips bucked upward, and she let out a pleased sigh. Finally, she grasped him with one hand and slid her mouth over his waiting erection, enclosing him completely.

With his acquiescence, she gave herself permission to do the same, to lose herself in his taste, his scent...

In him.

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