He took a deep breath, and his magnificent chest heaved. “I wondered if you’d changed your mind.”
“I haven’t changed my mind, but…I’ll admit to being a little intimidated by you.”
His frown deepened. “Intimidated?”
“You had quite a reputation in high school.”
He grimaced. “Don’t believe everything you hear.”
“Even if I didn’t believe all of it, I’m pretty sure that you’re more skilled and experienced at this than I am. So…” She paused, her pulse racing out of control. “What if I’m a big disappointment?”
He met her gaze. “I guess it’s always possible.”
“You think so?” She really hadn’t expected him to agree with her. Most men she knew, when presented with a willing woman holding a box of condoms, would brush aside any concerns and get to the action.
“But then, I could be a big disappointment to you, too.”
“I seriously doubt that, Tucker.”
“After listening to all the gossip, you’re probably expecting me to be the best you’ve ever had.”
She couldn’t deny it so she said nothing.
“That’s a lot of pressure.”
She felt ashamed of herself. “You’re right. I’m sorry, Tucker. I didn’t really think about—”
“On the other hand, it’s possible I will be the best you’ve ever had.” His wicked grin flashed. “Why don’t you take off those clothes so you can find out?”
She nearly passed out from excitement. She couldn’t breathe from the force of it. Now that was the kind of comment she would have expected from him. Heart pounding wildly, she tossed him the box of condoms.
He caught them in one hand without taking his gaze from hers. “For all you know,” he said quietly, “I’m expecting you to be the best I’ve ever had.”
Her reply was breathless. “Please don’t get your hopes up.” With trembling hands, she started removing her clothes.
“Sex is like dancing.” Still looking into her eyes, he opened the box of condoms, reached over and upended it on the nightstand. “You’re only as good as your partner.”
She’d never seen a man empty a box of condoms like that, as if he might need the entire contents eventually and wanted them all available. “That could work both ways,” she said. “I could cramp your style.” She’d peeled off everything but her bra and panties. If only they were black silk instead of white cotton.
“No, you won’t.”
She reached behind her back, unfastened her bra and let it slide down her arms to the floor.
He groaned softly. “You seriously won’t. Look at you.”
Her body grew several degrees hotter. “I’m nothing special.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. You’re perfect.”
No man had ever called her perfect before, and it must have gone to her head, because as she slipped off her panties, she added a little shimmy to the move.
“You’re killing me, Lacey. I need you over here ASAP.”
“You do?” She wasn’t sure where the temptress voice had come from, either. “Why is that?”
He threw back the covers to reveal his gloriously erect penis. “Does that answer your question?”
She thought she could be forgiven for staring. A girl wasn’t treated to something that beautiful every day. In fact, this particular girl had never seen equipment quite so gorgeous.
It summoned an ache from deep inside her, an ache demanding to be assuaged. For the first time in her life she understood the concept of penis envy. If she could have that particular penis available to her on a regular basis, she would be the envy of every woman in the state of Wyoming.
She sashayed slowly over to the bed. She’d never sashayed before, but she was inspired to do it now. “You need to put on its party outfit.”
In one smooth movement, he picked up a condom packet from the nightstand and handed it to her. “You can do the honors.”
“I’d be delighted.” She quivered with eagerness, and even though she’d never been called upon to do this before, she vowed to be cool about it. She ripped open the package. “I’ve heard moistening it helps.”
“You might not like the taste.”
“Oh, I bet I will.” Heart hammering, she sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped her fingers around his penis and lowered her mouth to the glistening tip.
“I meant the taste of the con—ahhhh…never mind.”
She raised her head. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Nope.” His eyes had glazed over. “That’s great. More of that.”
“Okay.” Sucking gently, she took him in all the way to the back of her throat and heard him mutter a soft curse. She lifted her head again. “Problem?”
“Uh-huh.” His voice sounded strained. “You’re very good.”
“And that’s bad?” He was so velvety soft, yet so deliciously firm that she couldn’t resist stroking him.
“It can be.” His jaw tightened. “If you keep that up, the party will be over before you know it.”
She stopped stroking immediately. “I don’t want that.”
“Neither do I.”
“I thought, with all your experience, you’d be able to—”
“You’d think so, wouldn’t you? But watching that curly mop of yours sliding up and down while you… I can’t take it.”
She touched her hair, suddenly self-conscious. “I know my hair’s a mess.”
“A wonderful mess.” He shoved his fingers into her hair and cradled her head in both hands. “Your hair is perfect for making love all night long.” Then he kissed her with such enthusiasm that she forgot all about the state of her hair.
She had to believe that she was perfect, and her hair was perfect, and something about her was so potent that he lost all the sexual control he’d developed over the years. He finally stopped kissing her long enough for her to put the condom on him.
Earlier he must have thought she was going to put the condom in her mouth before rolling it over his penis. She hadn’t thought of that, but he’d given her another idea. She was moist in other places, too, and a devilish urge made her put the condom down there to gather up some extra lubrication.
He watched her in rapt fascination. “I’m in serious trouble with you, lady.”
“Then let’s get into trouble together.” She rolled on the condom. By the time she’d finished, he was breathing like a long-distance runner nearing the finish line. “I’m usually a lot calmer about this, Lacey, but…”
“But I get you really, really, hot.”
“That’s an understatement. Crude as this might sound, you’d better climb on before the train leaves the station.”
If she’d been expecting a long, slow seduction where he aroused her to a fever pitch by kissing her all over, she wasn’t going to get it, at least not this time. Truthfully, long and slow would have frustrated the hell out of her. She’d gone way past simmer to a full boil, and she wanted him to do her now. He could take his sweet time later.
Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she straddled his hips.
“I love your br**sts.” He cupped them in his large hands. “I haven’t paid enough attention to them.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Centering herself over the object of her desire, she wiggled a little to make sure she had him where she wanted him.
He made a strangled sound deep in his throat and his fingers flexed, lightly squeezing her br**sts. “Don’t wait.”
“I won’t.” And with that, she lowered herself with deliberation, taking him up to the hilt, closing her eyes and moaning as he stretched and filled her. Ecstasy.
He gulped for air and brushed his thumbs over her taut n**ples. Tilting her head back, she reveled in the erotic friction and instinctively responded by starting to lift her h*ps in preparation for another downward stroke.
Suddenly his hands were there, gripping her tight, holding her down. “Be still for a second. Let me…get my bearings.”
She opened her eyes and looked into his. The wild hunger she saw in those green depths made her womb contract.
He gasped. “Lacey…”
“Didn’t mean to. I just—”
“I know. Me, too. We might have to go for it.”
“I’m in.”
His grip tightened on her h*ps as he held her gaze. “Then ride me, Lacey. Give me all you’ve got.”
Clutching his shoulders and looking into his eyes, she rose up and came down, rose up again and came down faster.
“Yeah.” He urged her on, guiding the motion of her hips. “Like that. Like that.”
Her orgasm thundered closer with every wild thrust. Her bottom smacked against his thighs, and she began to utter little cries that grew louder, and louder yet. She realized that they were utterly and completely alone. No one could hear, and she could let go as she’d never let go before.
His jaw flexed. “Come for me, Lacey. Come for me!”
She couldn’t have stopped her cli**x if she’d tried. It engulfed her, making her abandon all modesty as she pressed down on that glorious c*ck and arched into a mindless spiral of sensation. Holding her tight, he drove upward with a bellow of satisfaction, finding the open gate to nirvana and joining her there.