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licking you until you come.”

Her knees buckled, but the mattress stopped her fall. “That’s sex.”

“Don’t have a condom on me.” He hadn’t put one in this pair of jeans. Didn’t think he needed to since he expected her to follow him back to the bedroom. Didn’t look like that was going to happen, so he went with improvisation.

“That’s not the test.”

He had no idea what she was talking about, so he kept on his subject. “There’s only one thing we need to worry about.”

“What?” She rested a knee on the bed.

He decided to take that as a good sign. Still, he waited. She needed to come to him. Once she raised the I decide question, there was no way he was moving until she did. “You’re a screamer.”

She shook her head. Looked half ready to slap him. “Shut up.”

“I’m not lying. You’ll need to cover your mouth or yell into a pillow.”

“Maybe you won’t excite me enough to scream.” She had both knees on the bed now as she sat back, just inches away from him.

“Challenge accepted.” He reached out and touched her hand. Laced her fingers through his and gave a little tug.

She tumbled onto the mattress then turned around until she lay down beside him. “I didn’t mean—”

He cut off the comment with a kiss. His lips met hers, and everything else fell away. His resistance shattered. When he felt her hands slide up his back he knew hers had as well.

In all the rolling her shirt had balled up around her midsection, treating him to a view of her stomach. He flattened his palm against her warm skin. “Still think you won’t like this?”

Her breath caught on a sharp inhale. “I know I will.”

“Then it’s your job to stay quiet.” He undid the button and zipper of her jeans and slipped his hand inside.

“You’re awful.” But her eyes glazed over and she relaxed into him.

“Do you want me to stop?” He needed to know. Had to hear her say it.

She pressed her hand against his through her clothes. “No.”

He could feel the heat pouring off her. “I’m thinking you mean that.”

“Enough talk.” She pulled his head down for another kiss. This one lingered as her lips danced over his. When he opened his mouth and deepened the touch, she fell back against the mattress and dragged him on top of her.

Tonight was for her. The touching, the tasting—he would love it all, but this was about her pleasure. He plunged his hand deeper into her pants, past her underwear to skin. His fingers went to work, preparing her body for his mouth.

He stared down at her. Brushed the hair off her cheek. “I like a woman who knows her mind.”

She shifted her legs. “That is not the part I’m thinking with right now.”

Green light. That was all the encouragement he needed.

He slid down her body, taking her jeans with him. He left the underwear in place because he wanted to strip that off with his teeth. When he settled again between her legs, that familiar scent hit him. This was not all he wanted tonight but he wasn’t about to complain.

He lowered his head and nipped at the front of the material covering her. Her body jerked at the contact and her hands knotted in the loose sheet.

She didn’t make a sound, but he teased her anyway. “Quiet.”

She pressed her heels into the mattress. “Do it.”

He hadn’t even touched her yet. Not really. He skimmed his fingertips over the elastic band by her leg then caught it between his teeth. With a slow and steady pull he stripped them off her. Over her and down to the tops of her legs. He had to sit up, put her legs together, to peel them off.

When he was done he opened her legs wide again. The back of her hand covered her mouth.

Now he’d make her scream.

His fingers touched her, and her back arched. He dropped down on his elbows and placed a kiss on the very center of her as his fingers slipped inside. No sound ever came from her but she grabbed a pillow. He sensed she would not lose this challenge. It didn’t matter, since in his mind he’d already won.

He’d gotten the girl.

• • •

An hour later Natalie walked around the house. She knew this was a bad idea. Like, on a scale of one to ten, it ranked as a hundred on the do-not-do-this side. Still, she had to help and this was the