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“I’ll hurt more than your scalp if you make me wait a second longer.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He climbed up her body and settled between her legs, the tip of his shaft nudging her entrance. “Just so you know...”
“I know. You’re not into commitment. I get it. Neither am I. So tomorrow, neither one of us will have regrets.”
He kissed her and pushed a strand of her hair out of her eyes. “That’s not what I was going to say.”
“It wasn’t?” She stared up at him, one of her legs wrapping around him, urging him to consummate their lovemaking.
“No. I was going to say, you know, I have protection in my wallet.” He grinned. “The commitment thing is all on you.” He winked, reached over the side of the bed for his jeans and unearthed his wallet from the back pocket.
He didn’t let her know that her comment had struck a little closer to home than he’d thought it would. Yeah, he’d told every other woman he wasn’t into commitment. But to have Becca beat him to it, well, it gave him a twinge of something like regret.
Pushing the feeling aside, he concentrated on the woman lying beneath him and the way his body reacted to hers. He found the packet buried in his wallet.
Becca grabbed it from his hand, tore it open and rolled it over his erection before he could protest. “Please, don’t make me wait any longer,” she begged.
“Wait? I thought you were enjoying the ride?”
“I’ll enjoy it even better if you would focus on the goal.” She wrapped her hands around his buttocks and pulled him toward her.
Quentin slid into her tight channel, moving slowly, enjoying the way her muscles convulsed around him.
Becca wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into him, forcing him deeper until he filled her completely. “There,” she said and sighed.
He let her adjust to his girth, then he pulled out almost all the way and pressed in again. With her hands on his hips, he settled into a rhythm, pumping in and out, the speed increasing with every thrust until the bed shook and he lost himself in her.
Becca dropped her feet to the mattress and rose to meet him. Harder, faster, he moved within her, his insides clenching as he rose up to the peak and rocketed over the edge. He slammed into her one last time, buried himself deep inside her and rode the wave of desire all the way home.
As he eased back to earth, he lay down on her and rolled to the side, taking her with him to retain their connection.
Becca stared into his eyes and cupped his cheek. “Okay. I get it now.”
“Get what?” he asked, kissing the tip of her nose and then her lips.
“Why they call you Loverboy.”
“It’s a play on my last name.”
“The hell it is.” She snuggled close, resting her hand on his chest. “It’s one hundred percent your technique.”
He laughed out loud, kissing her soundly on the mouth. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Now, get some sleep. I’ll pull first watch.”
“I need it after that workout.” She yawned and settled against him, her fingers light against his skin. “Wake me in a couple hours for second watch.”
Oh, he’d wake her all right and he’d be counting the minutes until he did.
* * *
B ECCA MUST HAVE fallen right to sleep. She didn’t wake until sunshine peeked through the thick curtains, slicing across her eye. She reached out for the man in the bed beside her only to find the pillow empty and Quentin gone. She sat up straight and looked around the room, lit only by the light able to find its way around the curtain.
“Quentin?”
The bathroom door opened and Quentin stepped out, a towel wrapped around his middle, his hair damp. “Hey, sleepyhead. Decide to wake up, finally?”
“You were supposed to wake me for the second shift.” She yawned and stretched, the sheet falling down to her waist.
Quentin’s nostrils flared and the towel around his waist tented. He cleared his throat and closed his eyes briefly as if looking at her without
“I’ll hurt more than your scalp if you make me wait a second longer.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He climbed up her body and settled between her legs, the tip of his shaft nudging her entrance. “Just so you know...”
“I know. You’re not into commitment. I get it. Neither am I. So tomorrow, neither one of us will have regrets.”
He kissed her and pushed a strand of her hair out of her eyes. “That’s not what I was going to say.”
“It wasn’t?” She stared up at him, one of her legs wrapping around him, urging him to consummate their lovemaking.
“No. I was going to say, you know, I have protection in my wallet.” He grinned. “The commitment thing is all on you.” He winked, reached over the side of the bed for his jeans and unearthed his wallet from the back pocket.
He didn’t let her know that her comment had struck a little closer to home than he’d thought it would. Yeah, he’d told every other woman he wasn’t into commitment. But to have Becca beat him to it, well, it gave him a twinge of something like regret.
Pushing the feeling aside, he concentrated on the woman lying beneath him and the way his body reacted to hers. He found the packet buried in his wallet.
Becca grabbed it from his hand, tore it open and rolled it over his erection before he could protest. “Please, don’t make me wait any longer,” she begged.
“Wait? I thought you were enjoying the ride?”
“I’ll enjoy it even better if you would focus on the goal.” She wrapped her hands around his buttocks and pulled him toward her.
Quentin slid into her tight channel, moving slowly, enjoying the way her muscles convulsed around him.
Becca wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into him, forcing him deeper until he filled her completely. “There,” she said and sighed.
He let her adjust to his girth, then he pulled out almost all the way and pressed in again. With her hands on his hips, he settled into a rhythm, pumping in and out, the speed increasing with every thrust until the bed shook and he lost himself in her.
Becca dropped her feet to the mattress and rose to meet him. Harder, faster, he moved within her, his insides clenching as he rose up to the peak and rocketed over the edge. He slammed into her one last time, buried himself deep inside her and rode the wave of desire all the way home.
As he eased back to earth, he lay down on her and rolled to the side, taking her with him to retain their connection.
Becca stared into his eyes and cupped his cheek. “Okay. I get it now.”
“Get what?” he asked, kissing the tip of her nose and then her lips.
“Why they call you Loverboy.”
“It’s a play on my last name.”
“The hell it is.” She snuggled close, resting her hand on his chest. “It’s one hundred percent your technique.”
He laughed out loud, kissing her soundly on the mouth. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Now, get some sleep. I’ll pull first watch.”
“I need it after that workout.” She yawned and settled against him, her fingers light against his skin. “Wake me in a couple hours for second watch.”
Oh, he’d wake her all right and he’d be counting the minutes until he did.
* * *
B ECCA MUST HAVE fallen right to sleep. She didn’t wake until sunshine peeked through the thick curtains, slicing across her eye. She reached out for the man in the bed beside her only to find the pillow empty and Quentin gone. She sat up straight and looked around the room, lit only by the light able to find its way around the curtain.
“Quentin?”
The bathroom door opened and Quentin stepped out, a towel wrapped around his middle, his hair damp. “Hey, sleepyhead. Decide to wake up, finally?”
“You were supposed to wake me for the second shift.” She yawned and stretched, the sheet falling down to her waist.
Quentin’s nostrils flared and the towel around his waist tented. He cleared his throat and closed his eyes briefly as if looking at her without
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