Nothing happened for a few moments, and Toni’s skin grew prickly with awareness.

What was he doing? Watching her? Dressing? No, it was too quiet for him to be putting his clothes on.

She fought hard to keep her breathing as deep and even as it would be in slumber, but not knowing exactly where he stood and the thought of him watching her had her body going crazy. The tiny hairs on her arms stood straight out from skin that felt overly sensitive. Her nipples tightened and her soaking wet sex clenched as though calling out to him.

Damn it.

Seconds ticked by and then his hand gripped the sheet next to her foot and drew it off her at a pace so slow she wanted to scream. The fabric coasted down her body, baring one inch at a time to the cool air and his hot gaze. Her upper chest was leisurely exposed. Then her nipples, her abdomen, hips, and finally the wet and achy spot between her legs.

“You know,” he said in an amused voice. “I’ve got fifteen minutes until I have to leave for the clubhouse. Just enough time to make up for last night’s missing foreplay. What do you say, baby, you going to stop pretending to be asleep and open those pretty legs so I can eat you before I have to leave?”

Holy shit the guy gave good dirty talk.

Her eyes flew open and she met his smoldering gaze. Wearing nothing but unfastened jeans, he stood at the foot of her bed with his naked torso a feast for her eyes. The definition of temptation.

And all Toni’s very sound arguments from moments ago vaporized. God, she was weak. She could berate herself for hours later. For the whole afternoon if she wanted. For now, she’d be taking what he offered. “Well,” she said, bending her knees and separating her legs, “I suppose I’d be a terrible hostess if I sent you away hungry.”

His attention was one hundred percent focused on her dripping pussy, but his lips quirked at her remark. “I’d say you’ve been a pretty damn good hostess so far.”

She smiled and held her breath as he crawled onto the bed and settled between her spread legs. “Damn, Toni. Look how wet this pussy is, and I haven’t even touched you yet. Were you lying here thinking about my cock? Thinking about how it filled you up? Stretched you? Thinking about how you want more?” He tsked and ran a finger through her saturated folds. “That’s greedy, baby.”

Toni gasped. This man could own her body so easily. And maybe even her heart. She had to put a stop to it before she got sucked in and lost herself.

“You know what men do with a greedy pussy?” He swiped his tongue across the path his finger had just taken and this time Toni jolted and cried out.

Later. Later she would put a stop to it. After she came. “W-what?”

“We fuckin’ own it, baby.”

Oh God. Exactly what she was afraid of.

And then there was no more talking. He licked her again, this time a slow journey around her clit. And slow was the key word. He took his sweet time circling her clit. It was its own kind of torture, ramping her up and holding her steady in a state of frenzied need.

Her hands fisted the sheets and she squirmed, lifting her hips against his mouth. Anything to get him to move faster and put the pressure right on her clit. It didn’t work. He kept at her in a unhurried manner. What happened to only having fifteen minutes until he had to leave?

“Zach.” She moaned, then bit her lip. She’d always loved sex, but sometimes had a little bit of trouble really losing herself in the moment. All the therapy she’d had years ago taught her that was completely normal. It was probably also part of the reason she chose men like Chris. They were safer in her mind. Wouldn’t make her lose control.

But she wanted to lose control, even if her subconscious was a little afraid of it. The previous night was the only time in her adult life she’d really let the moment consume her.

“What’s wrong, babe? You need something different? More?” His voice was laced with amusement.

Damn him. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. And he was going to make her ask for it.

“All you gotta do is tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you, beautiful. You have any idea how hot it is when a woman knows what she wants and demands it? It’s hot as hell, Toni. Tell me what you want.”

What woman could resist that? “More,” she said, gripping the sheets for dear life.

“More what? Tell me.”

She screwed her eyes shut and shook her head. “More on my clit. Harder. Right on it.”

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