retrieve her bra from where he’d tossed it last night.
“Where?” He blurted out the question before he could stop himself. He knew better than to get involved with a woman like her. A pretty face with a hot body and nothing between her ears was never a threat, but a fellow gamer would play him better than a level forty rogue. Cait had taught him that much.
And yet last night was the first time in years where he’d enjoyed a woman’s company as much out of the sack as in it. None of the string of flings he’d had through med school and residency compared to Jenny.
She stilled, her face drawing as tight as her shoulders as she crossed her arms across her chest. “Listen, Dan, I had a great time last night, but let’s just leave it at one night.”
A fist of doubt punched his gut. “Shit, you’re not married or something, are you?”
“No, no, no.” She shook her head and seemed to shiver at the end. “I’m not involved with anyone. And to be honest, I’m not in a place where I could be.”
“Why?”
She turned to the side and rubbed her upper arms. “It’s complicated.”
“Are you some secret spy like James Bond or Sydney Bristow?”
That got a laugh from her, and she sank onto the edge of the mattress. “I only wish my life were that interesting.”
“Then why the secrecy?” When she didn’t answer, he pulled her back into his arms. He buried his face against the hollow of her neck, breathing in her exotic scent that reminded him of a Japanese tea garden. “Are you trying to tell me I suck in bed?”
“If you’d sucked, I wouldn’t have gone back for seconds. Or thirds.”
He pressed his lips to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down it until he came to her suprasternal notch. Just talking about last night had him hard and aching for more. “Then how about fourths?”
“We went through all the condoms.” But her body arched underneath him, undermining her words. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
And her response to his touch almost made him forget about her warning. He needed to have her one more time before she disappeared completely. “Not all of them.”
Her breath caught, but he couldn’t tell if it was from his reply or that he’d just nipped her shoulder. “You were holding out on me?”
“I have an emergency condom in my wallet. Want me to fetch it?”
She licked her lips and nodded, desire darkening her already deep brown eyes.
He crawled out of bed and fumbled around in the dark until he found his pants. The condom in the back of his wallet had been there for months, but the wrapper still looked intact. He opened it up and slipped it on. “Thank God for backups.”
She grabbed him and kissed him with a ferocity that stunned him. The next thing he knew, he was flat on his back, and she was straddling his lap. “Then one more time.”
“Gladly.” He guided her hips so she was just about sitting on his dick and then lowered her onto him.
His breath entered with a hiss. The ultra-thin condom made it feel like he had nothing on at all, but a brief moment, he wished he could risk going without one. Then he could completely revel in her silky heat, savor the friction of every stroke, enjoy a woman in the most natural way possible.
And Jenny was a woman meant to be enjoyed. She pressed her palms against his chest as leverage while she rode him. Her head tilted back, giving him an uninhibited view of her breasts. They tempted him, called to him, and he sat up to take one in his mouth. A moan rose from her chest, and her slick walls tightened around him.
Dear God, he almost came right there. It was bad enough that he needed to remind himself she’d leave as soon as he did. These precious moments were a form of sweet torture, just enough to have a taste of paradise only to know it would be gone before he knew it.
“Dan.” His name came out as a whimper accompanied by frantic rolls of her hips. She was so close to coming.
He reached between them and
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