Page 35 of Unrealistic Expectations

“You do?” It was interesting that anal-retentive tendencies about his stuff would be something that she liked about him. The way she saw things intrigued him.

“Yeah. One of my patients last week came in and spent her whole session talking about all the stuff around her apartment her shitty boyfriend had ruined. Like, he got drunk and pushed all of her furniture up against one wall. Messed up all the rugs.”

Galvin shuddered. “At least I know that I’m doing one thing right.”

He rubbed her skin under the robe and was pretty sure she was all dried off. She turned in his arms. He brushed a few tendrils of hair behind her ear. Her lips parted and she tilted her head, awaiting his kiss. But he let her anticipate it for a long moment. He’d converted to her belief that sometimes waiting was nice.

She made a soft, pleading noise as he wetted his lips with his tongue. “Now who’s having a hard time waiting?”

“Me,” she said as she curled her hands in the fabric of his shirt and pulled his face down to hers.

The kiss was incendiary where he’d expected it to be sweet. Her desire for him was an undeniable thing that she didn’t bother to temper. And that woke up a predator inside him. He backed her into his bedroom and didn’t stop until the back of her thighs hit the edge of his bed. She gasped when he pulled the belt on the robe away, and then she shimmied out of it until it pooled on the floor around her.

He’d kept his gaze on her face while they were talking during her bath, but now his gaze went directly to her nipples. They were a plump reddish brown, like late summer fruit. And he knew they were so sweet that he couldn’t resist dipping his head and taking a taste.

Jessica clawed her way to the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head as he let her nipple slip out of his mouth to pay attention to the other one. But he never got to because she pulled his head up to kiss him on the mouth again, leaving him to explore the terrain of her curves with his hands.

He moaned into her mouth. Everywhere she touched him was on fire. She undid the buttons on his jeans, and he almost sighed with relief. He felt as though he’d been continually hard for weeks, no amount of jacking off a substitute for her touch.

He pushed his jeans down his thighs, and they dropped to the floor. Jessica helped him out of his boxer briefs and gripped his dick in her palm like she was greedy for it.

She looked up at him with a devilish gleam in her eyes. “Condoms?”

“Bedside drawer.” He inclined his head toward his nightstand. He’d put them there a few days ago, not thinking about it too hard. But really, he’d hoped they’d end up here. She turned and crawled across the bed, and he took the opportunity to admire the curve of her ass.

She turned over her shoulder and winked at him. “This is a very, very nice duvet.”

He knelt on the bed and slapped her ass. She startled, and her flesh jiggled. “Hurry up.”

“Oh, so now you’re in a hurry?” Still, her hands shook as she pulled the box of condoms out of the drawer and struggled with the plastic overwrap.

He took the package from her hands and ripped it open. Then, he pulled a condom out and threw it on the other side of the bed. They had more ground to cover before they would need that.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Galvin was almost too beautiful to take in. She was particularly obsessed with the swirls of dark hair across his chest. She had sort of assumed that he didn’t have as much chest hair as he did. He was so refined and well put together that it felt incongruous. But he was a lot more complicated than he wanted people to think he was.

He also had a really nice cock, and she was kind of sorry that she hadn’t gotten to experience it until now. Because even though Galvin was making strides when it came to his ability to open up and be vulnerable, she knew this relationship probably had an expiration date. Maybe he would freak out after they had sex. Maybe they’d date for over a decade, and he’d leave her—just like Luke. She’d just gotten out of a big relationship and needed time to process. The lust she was feeling for Galvin was likely just an attractive distraction from the pain that would inevitably come.

He certainly didn’t seem to be in a rush. His mouth moved across her collarbones and lingered over the whole curve of each of her breasts. When she brought up her hand to cradle his face, he turned his head and kissed the palm. His fingers ghosted over the skin stretched across her rib cage as his tongue dipped into her navel. It tickled, and the sensation could have broken the moment with anyone else. But he followed it with a bite to the skin directly below.

He spread her thighs and kissed the tender skin near the center of her. Every time he touched her, her body reacted like it was the first time. She knew it was just her nervous system reacting to the newness of him, the uncertainty of the situation. If they were totally clear with each other about what was happening here, then she wouldn’t be this drawn to him and how he touched her. It wouldn’t be so magical. If it ever became her daily bread, she would grow tired of it, and they would grow tired of each other. The sex would become a thing that was nice to have, but not necessarily essential.

But right now, she felt as though she would die if he didn’t continue to touch her, if he didn’t pleasure her with his mouth. She wondered how he was holding off on plunging inside her. He hadn’t been lying or exaggerating when he’d said that he wanted her. Even though she was in the habit of doubting herself these days, she knew that was certain.

He knew where to lick and suck and how to use his fingers and angle her hips toward his mouth to make her come at lightning speed. She cried out and shook, and her skin was covered by a fine sheen of sweat by the time he crawled over her body and grabbed the condom package.

She watched him roll it over his cock, and the lurid sight made her hungry for more. Already. He was like a buffet after a day during which she hadn’t had time to eat. He’d made sure she wouldn’t gorge herself by taking things slow over the past few weeks, but she was beyond the point of starving.

“You still want this?” he asked, as though her panting for his cock wasn’t a clear indication.

“Gimme.” For a woman who had always carefully plotted out her next move in every aspect of her life, her overwhelming greed for him was a totally new experience. It was as though she’d broken the seal on a desire for sensual indulgence, and she couldn’t quite get the cap back on, no matter what. Even if getting close to him would eventually lead to heartbreak, she didn’t care. Hell, she was supposedly heartbroken right now, and she was going to cling to any morsels of joy left on the table of life.

She lifted up her knees and offered herself to him, but he stopped again, and just looked at her. It might have felt uncomfortable if the deep desire on his face wasn’t there. She might have wanted to cover parts of herself up if she wasn’t sure that he was savoring her rather than thinking about what he wished was different.

“I need it, Galvin.” She saw the moment that her pleas penetrated, and his control snapped.

“What do you need, pretty girl?” he asked in the most carnal-sounding voice imaginable as he placed one palm next to her ear and used his other hand to line his cock up with her entrance. “Do you need this inside you? Can you not get enough with my mouth and fingers?”

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