hours.
Maybe even forever.
Her fingers spread across his chest. Her warm breath teased his nipple to attention. His cock stirred.
He grimaced. Okay, not completely content. Not entirely motionless either.
She moved her leg, getting comfortable, and then froze, her thigh brushing his erection.
“Ignore it, and it wil go away,” he forced himself to say lightly.
“Real y?”
Despite the ache deep in his bal s, the disappointment in her tone made him grin. “Eventual y.”
She slid her smooth leg down his hair-roughened thigh and back up again, watching him through her lashes. “How long?”
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His mind blanked. She wanted to know
“Minutes.” Hours. Maybe for as long as she was next to him.
“Unless I, uh, take matters into my own hands.”
“Like this?”
Her soft, warm hand closed gently around him, zapping his brain and sending a wave of molten heat pouring through his veins. He started to sweat.
“If you pay it attention, you’l only encourage it,” he warned.
She chuckled.
He loved making her laugh. Loved that she was lying with him, warm and pliant and unafraid.
“You didn’t answer my question,” she said.
“What question?” He wanted to talk to her, to reassure her, but her hand on his dick made conversation difficult.
She stroked him lightly. “You didn’t tel me if you like this.”
Okay, that was an easy one.
“Love it.”
Although in truth, she was almost too gentle, her tentative touch promising more than it satisfied. But those were
“I’ve never been particularly . . . handy,” she said, and even with his blood throbbing he appreciated that she’d actual y attempted a joke. “Is this right?”
He grinned over her head in the dark. Angels and their fucking rules. Maybe they had rules for fucking.
“Whatever feels good to you,” he said hoarsely. “Whatever you want.”
Her smile flickered. She drew the covers down his body.
He caught his breath as the sheet dragged over his erection.
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With flattering concentration, she explored him slowly, thoroughly, tracing the ridges and indentations of his torso, the narrow trail of hair below his bel y button.
She was beautiful in her absorption, her lashes fanning her pink cheeks, her lips parted. Moist. She raked her fingers up his inner thighs, combed the crisp, short hair at his groin, taking him to Heaven and to Hel . He was desperate for her, his shaft pulsing in time with his heart.
Her exploration was arousing her, too. He could see the stiffened peaks of her breasts against the soft cotton of her T-shirt. He could smel her sweet desire.
His cock jerked, demanding her attention. She fit her hand around his hot length, cupping the underside of his shaft, and he shuddered, hips arching off the mattress.
Her hand froze. “I’m sorry.”
He dropped his head back on the pil ow—
She bit her lip. “Did I hurt you?”
His grin came natural y this time. “You’re kil ing me.
In a good way,” he said hastily when she looked at him with those big, uncertain eyes. “My junk’s not fragile,” he added, trying to ease the tension, to tease another smile to her beautiful face. “You can tug on it al you want.”
“Even here?” Her hand squeezed delicately.
His grin spread. Never in a thousand years had he imagined giving whack lessons to an angel. “Whatever you want,” he repeated. “Whatever you do feels good to me.”
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