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but although they reported
favorably for the most part, she got the impression Nye had remained distant,
treating the process as a physical necessity more than a pleasure. He hadn’t
wanted to get involved.
    “You can say it,” she finally blurted, tired of the staring
contest that was making her feel wobbly in the knees despite being seated.
“It’s okay.”
    Nye tipped his head to the side, a smile curving his lips.
“What, no wooing? No seduction?”
    “From me? Or from you?”
    “Well, I meant from me. But if you’d rather…”
    “No, no,” Lena assured him. “That’s okay, I’m good.”
    He stepped around the table he’d been working at, approached
the table where Lena still sat and stood a scant ten or twelve inches away from
her dangling feet. “So do you think Watson was trying to play matchmaker?”
    Lena nodded. Up close, she could see the strain around Nye’s
lovely eyes. She could also see that his dark eyelashes were longer and thicker
than hers. Her heart beat faster still, almost as fast as in the middle of a
raid.
    “Yeah. I guess.” She wished she could think of something
clever to say, something that might make her sound—and feel—smarter. Not as
smart as Nye, maybe. But smarter than she felt right now, which was pretty damn
stupid.
    “You’re okay with that?”
    What could she say? That it would be an honor? That it was
her duty? That she’d been checking him out on the sly for the past three days
anyway?
    “Yeah.”
    “Okay, then.”
    He leaned forward, bracing his fingers lightly against the
table to either side of Lena’s lap. She had just enough time to think, You
mean right now? before he followed through with the motion and landed a
kiss.
    It was a little harder than she was expecting, maybe a
little harder than he’d intended. There was a gasp, a click of tooth on tooth,
an awkward shuffling of lips and head angles.
    And then Lena realized her legs had gotten wrapped around
Nye’s waist, and he was cupping her ass and rocking against her as she returned
his kiss. They had overcome awkwardness through sheer force of lust. Nye was
already hard, and the rhythmic pressure of his cock was a straining, nagging
frustration. The tough seam of Lena’s pants rubbed her clit almost painfully.
She whined and clenched her legs around Nye’s trim hips anyway as his tongue
swirled over hers.
    He was the first to back off a little, turning the kiss into
a nibbling, teasing exploration. Lena had half expected a cursory, practical
fuck with no prelude at all. She hadn’t been expecting this playful approach.
It was more arousing than she could have dreamed. Nye kissed like a hero too,
she decided. Whatever that meant.
    It was chilly in the basement, and Lena had on a plaid wool
shirt, a t-shirt and a tank top. Nye peeled each layer off carefully,
methodically, making only teasing brushes against her breasts as he worked.
Lena was squirming and eager for a firmer touch by the time she sat before him
topless. She arched her back shamelessly, hoping he would take the hint.
    Nye just shook his head and smiled, his eyes sleepy with
want now as he traced his fingertips in featherlight circles around her
nipples. “I want to savor this. I want to take enough time to appreciate it.”
    “We can do it more than once,” she pointed out, a little
chagrined at her own neediness.
    “You’re beautiful,” he said, almost as though just now
noticing—as though he were surprised to realize it. “So beautiful.”
    His mouth on her nipple was a moment of sheer bliss. His
flickering tongue was heaven, condensed down to a single point of pleasure that
spread quickly throughout her body. Lena reached down between them and grasped
Nye’s cock through the soft, worn twill of his trousers. Her fingers mapped the
length of him, caressing the muscular contour of his erection where it bowed
against its fabric confines. Groaning, Nye leaned into her touch and bit down
lightly on her nipple, pulling an