Page 75 of The Do-Over

“You know me. A lot of things get me teary-eyed.”

“Are these good ones?” He cupped her cheek and searched her eyes. They were dark, pupils dilated, almost mysterious.

“Yes. I…” She wrenched her gaze away from his and ran her hands down his chest. Her soft touch sent ripples of reaction across his skin. “I forgot what it’s like to be close to you like this.”

“We were close last night at the hotel.”

“I remember.” A slow smile curved her lips. “But you weren’t inside me.”

“I still haven’t gotten inside you, and it’s fucking killing me.”

That smile widened, grew more naughty. “Your fingers just were.” She dipped her head toward his cock, which reared up between his legs like a soldier desperate for attention. When her warm mouth closed around his tip, his entire body jumped. She gave him long gentle suckles that stole his breath away.

“Now your penis has been inside me,” she murmured when she came up for air. And licked her lips.

His jaw flexed. He wanted his penis inside her body, deep inside the heat and softness he could already feel in his muscle memory. But her mouth was good too. He lifted his hips, eager for more. With a sassy smile, she gave him what he wanted. More licking, more sweet wet suction of his cock until it was so hard and thick it could probably take off from his body like a bottle rocket.

Then she pulled herself up straight, her lips still wet. “Do exes need to use condoms?”

“I don’t care what exes do, but I’ll do whatever’s best. Are you still on birth control for your period?” Ever since Zack, she’d needed help to keep her periods from being too painful. When she’d missed a month, she’d wound up pregnant with Bean, but then had gone back to it. But his days of knowing these intimate details about her were over.

“Yes. We’re fine that way. But…”

He knew what that hesitation meant, that slight narrowing of her eyes. She wanted to know just how active he’d been over the past three years. And how reckless.

“Do you want the detailed version or the thumbnail that says I’m clean and haven’t slept with anyone in over a year?”

“A year?” The surprise on her flushed face would have put a damper on things if he wasn’t way past that point. Then she waved the topic away. “That’s good enough for me. Long version later.”

He grinned. “It’s a date.”

“I don’t know if I’d call that a date,” she began, then squealed as he tumbled her off his body and flipped her onto her back. He pinned her arms to the side.

“It’s a date. Say it’s a date. Say, yes Billy, we’re going to have a date.”

At first she was giggling too much to say the words. He nudged his left leg between her thighs, found the damp hot flesh, pressed. She gasped and arched her back. He plunged his hand where it had been before and felt the pulses and flutters and juice that told him she still wanted him. “Say it,” he ordered.

“We’re going on a date,” she gasped.

He grinned down at her. “That’s all you had to say. Now we’re going to fuck.”

She bit her lip, arched her chest toward him. He nipped at her nipples, found one and sucked hard. He wanted her with a violent need that would have scared him if he hadn’t known how to control it. He just had to focus. Not move too fast, not plunge his cock into her the way he wanted…ah, fuck it.

He pulled his hand out of her wet body and drove into her. With a strangled cry, she wrapped her legs around his ass and bucked against him. She wanted it hard, he could tell, just as hard and intense as he did. He plunged into her, again and again, showing her with each stroke just how hot she made him, how hard he was for her, only for her, always for her.

They moved together like one sweat-soaked being, the same thrusting rhythm taking over their bodies as if it had control, not them. They were just the lucky ones along for the ride. He went deep, so deep, aiming for her core, wanting to lose himself inside her, to join with her and melt together with her. Her breath was hot against his neck, her flesh slick and glorious, her whimpers like music.

He came explosively, suddenly, with absolutely no damn control at all. His orgasm triggered one for her, the flutters of it gripping his penis and sending more jolts of pleasure all the way up his spine. The best feedback loop ever.

Afterwards, he wrapped that ridiculous robe around himself again and padded down the chilly hallway to the bathroom. He found a washcloth, soaked it in warm water, then hurried back to Jenna. She allowed him to gently pat the sweat from her body. Like a rag doll, she flopped her limbs wherever he guided her.

“You always did turn into a big blob of jelly after sex,” he teased her as he ran the washcloth between her legs.

“Did you just call me a big blob?” She shivered, probably because the washcloth was cold by now.

He tossed the cloth onto the nightstand. “That’s me, always the sweet-talker.”

She laughed, lifted an arm, then let it drop. “I am jelly and it’s all your fault. You turned a normal-ish, mostly functional human being into pure jelly.” Her eyes were drifting shut. He gave her a light swat on the ass to rouse her.

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