Love Loyal and True (Must Love Diamonds 2)

She wiggled her backside against his full-blown erection. “Take that back.”

“No.” He gave a gentle tweak of her other nipple, and his scruff scraped her shoulder as he leaned in to nip her earlobe.

Her sharp intake of breath had him pushing his hips forward. He loved teasing her like this—and he loved that she had relaxed her defenses enough to tease back.

But things got serious when he couldn’t help but reach down and discovered she was wet and ready. He slipped a finger between her folds and massaged until she was writhing against him. She reached up and back to twine her fingers in his hair, and the pull on his scalp sent a tingle down his spine. Her ass pushed against his front, but when she shifted for him to enter her, he had to pull back with a rough sound of regret.

“No more condoms.”

He increased the pressure of his finger strokes until she gasped his name and came apart in his arms. As she came down, he lightly nipped her shoulder, then soothed with his tongue.

Roxanna hummed as she turned over to face him, her hand moving over his chest, his abs, then lower. He hissed in a deep breath when her hand closed around his rigid length.

“I’ve got two options for you,” she murmured in a husky voice.

“I’m all ears.”

“I can finish what I started last night, or—”

“Yes.” The thought of her lips around him again had his blood pumping extra hard.

Her fingers squeezed. “Let me finish.”

“Roxanna, it doesn’t matter what the other option is. I’m good with either one.” When she released him and rolled away onto her back, his heart leapt in ridiculous alarm. “I’m sorry. Please—what’s the other one?”

“I thought it didn’t matter?”

When she simply arched her eyebrows in mutiny, he huffed out a breath and flopped back to grin at the ceiling. “You are definitely a witch.”

Suddenly she loomed over him, her hair falling forward to caress his chest. “I’m on birth control.”

His pulse skipped. Her cheeks flushed as she traced a circle around his nipple with her fingertip. “I told you there was only one other person besides you, and that was years ago in college, which means I’m clean.” Her gaze rose to his. “So, if you are…”

The thought of sliding into her heat with nothing between them had him breathing like he’d just run a hundred yard dash—and he hadn’t done that since high school. Not used protection or run the hundred yard dash. He worked out, but there was no need to sprint when you weren’t on the track team.

“I haven’t been with anyone in a while,” he got out. “And I had my yearly physical before I left Texas, so…yeah, I’m good, too.”

A soft smile curved her mouth. “What will it be then, Mr. Numbers? Option one or option two?”

Blowjob or bareback?

“Two,” he replied without hesitation.

Her smile widened, and she braced both hands on his chest while swinging her leg over to straddle him.

Holy shit.

He’d had her multiple times last night, and yet here he was, certain if his pulse raced any faster, he’d pass out before they got to the good stuff. His hands instinctively rose to grasp her hips, and her long curls flowed around her shoulders, trailing down to tickle his chest as she lowered herself onto his shaft until he was fully sheathed in her heat.

His fingers clenched as he let out a low growl. The feel of being inside her with nothing between them was fan-fucking-tastic. Her inarticulate response drew his gaze from the erotic view where they were joined as one, up to her face. The corner of her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, and she looked unsure. He reached one hand up to cup her cheek.

“What?” he asked.

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, but she wouldn’t look him in the eye. “I haven’t done this before.”

He was surprised at her sudden shyness, yet royally turned on by the fact she was brave enough to tell him. And even more ridiculously thrilled it was another first he got to claim.

“I’m not sure what will feel good for you,” she added quietly.