I feel vulnerable yet sexy, especially when his appreciative gaze rakes over me from head to toe.

“I want you to know who’s about to make you come,” he murmurs, his eyes hooded, his arms coming around my waist so he can grip my butt and haul me to the edge of the counter. Kneeling before me, he turns his head and presses his mouth to the inside of my thigh, and I moan at the hot path his lips blaze over my skin.

I can’t believe he just said that to me, as if I wouldn’t know it’s him. Colin. More than that, I can’t believe he’s down on his knees in front of me, about to place his lips between my legs and most likely drive me out of my mind in a matter of seconds.

“You’re so hot. And wet.” His mouth settles over the very center of me, his tongue darting out for a quick lick. I jolt so hard I almost fall off the counter.

But he’s got me. Those large hands are wrapped around my hips, holding me in place as he continues to lick me, his tongue teasing, searching, his lips sucking. My belly tingles, my entire body is quivering, and I throw my head back, lifting my hips so I can get closer to that decadent, devious mouth as he works his magic on me.

“Look at me, Jenny.” He says it again, adding my name to get my attention, and I snap my head back up, staring down at him to find him watching me carefully. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

Nodding frantically, another whimper escapes me. I’m teetering right on the edge, ready to plunge into the depths of what is looking to be a monster orgasm. And he knows it.

“Tell me what you want. Tell me what to do to take you there.” His voice is dark, his gaze heated, as he tries to prompt me into talking.

I’m not one for dirty talk. Truly, I’m not one for talking during sex period, but this is Colin. And he’s always been rather persistent.

“Um . . .” I moan when he sucks my clit hard between his lips, slipping a long finger inside me, slowly sliding inside my welcoming body, in and out, building the tension that’s coiled within me with a few thrusts of his finger. “Oh God, yeah, that. Do that. All of it,” I choke out, barely able to form words.

I feel him smile against my sensitive flesh and a shiver runs down my spine. He starts to stroke deep within me, adding another finger, increasing his pace as he continues to suck and lick between my legs, his eyes never leaving me. Ever.

It’s the most intensely intimate moment of my life. Our gazes locked, his mouth on me, his tongue, his fingers inside my body. I feel connected to him, more than I’ve ever felt to another person before, and I close my eyes, overcome with sensation. Emotion.

Too much emotion.

And just like that, the biggest, most intense orgasm takes over me completely. I’m trembling, gasping his name, scared I’m going to slide right off the sleek granite, and his hands grip my ass so tight I think I might have bruises.

I don’t care. I want him to mark me; it makes me feel like I belong to him. And I want to belong to him, despite my acting like I’m perfectly fine with a temporary affair.

The shudders still consume me, making my limbs shake, my heart race. My orgasm leaves me dizzy, breathless. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.


Colin

That was a fucking beautiful sight, watching Jen fall apart like that. Talk about unromantic, throwing her up on my counter, stripping her almost completely naked, and going down on her in the middle of my kitchen.

Damn, it was worth every minute, though.

I gentle my lips against her wet, quivering flesh, giving her one last slow lick before I stand back up. She’s a sweaty, shaky, out-of-breath mess, her once sleek ponytail now a complete wreck with hair everywhere. Her lips are swollen from my kisses and her chest and cheeks are flushed.

She’s gorgeous. And now I’m going to take her to my giant bed, strip naked, and fuck her into the mattress for the rest of the night.

My every dream come true.

“You okay?” I ask just before I kiss her, long and deep.

Jen doesn’t even flinch, though I know she tasted herself on my lips. I break the kiss first, entranced by her swollen, delicious mouth. “That was . . . intense,” she murmurs.

“It was. Beautifully intense. And you’re amazing.” I kiss her again, because I can’t not kiss her. She’s so damn pretty and sexy as fuck sprawled across my counter. Her body is gorgeous, all long limbs and slender curves. I can only imagine those endless legs wrapped around me while I fuck her senseless.

My dick gets harder just thinking it.

Reaching for her, I pick her up, and she automatically wraps those long legs around me, anchoring herself. I grip her butt, my fingers sinking into her flesh as I haul her toward the hallway that leads to my bedroom.

“Where are you taking me?” she asks, her lips right at my ear, as if she doesn’t know. Her arms are wound around my neck, her fingers buried in my hair at the back of my head. She starts kissing and licking the spot just behind my ear, as though she knows how much that drives me wild.

“To my room,” I say gruffly. “So I can fuck you properly in my bed.”

Her lips go still on my neck and she shifts so she can look at me. “You have such a dirty mouth.”

“I think you like that dirty mouth, especially when it’s on your—” Jen places her fingers on my lips to stop me from saying it and I can’t help but laugh.

“No guy has ever talked to me like that,” she admits, her voice soft as she drops her fingers away from my mouth.

Jealousy grips at my chest and I try my best to ignore it. “Ever?”

She slowly shakes her head. “Never.”

“Glad I’m the first, then.” I increase my pace, striding into my bedroom and depositing her on the bed so she lands with a little bounce. I watch in fascination as she reaches behind her and unzips her skirt, then shimmies out of it, tossing the wrinkled fabric onto the floor so that she’s finally gloriously naked.

So beautiful and all mine, at least for tonight. For the next few weeks, if we hold true to the promise we’ve just made. I want to hold to it. But will she? Orgasms between friends rarely work out in the long run.

If I weren’t so ready to get naked with her, I might find that thought amusing.

“Do you always talk like that?” she asks.

“Talk like what?” I shrug out of my shirt, then start undoing my jeans.

“Say such dirty things while having sex.” Her eyes practically bug out of her head when I shuck my jeans and underwear in one tug, my cock on blatant display just for her. “Uh . . .”

Smiling, I stride toward the bed and join her, lying on my side nestled close to her warm, fragrant body. I rest my hand on her stomach and stroke upward, slowly sweeping over the valley between her breasts. I like that I’ve rendered her at a loss for words. “What I just said to you was positively mild,” I drawl, laying it on extra thick.

She turns her head toward me, her sweet-smelling hair getting in my face. “You’re not what I expected.”

I brush the silky strands away from my eyes. “And what did you expect?” Leaning over her, I drop little kisses along her collarbone, her breasts, those pretty little hard nipples. She’s not what I would consider amply endowed and typically I’m drawn to women with large breasts.

I love everything about Jen’s body, though. Wouldn’t change a damn thing.

“I don’t know,” she whispers as she places her hand on the back of my head. The subtle pressure she exerts shows she likes what I’m doing, so I draw her nipple into my mouth deeper, savoring the taste of her skin. “That feels so good.”

Soon we’re both touching and kissing and licking each other’s bodies, our legs entwined, Jen’s fingers curled around my cock. I’m desperate to sink deep inside her warm, welcoming body, to pound my way to orgasm while getting lost inside her, but I’m taking it slow. Easing up to this because she deserves nothing less than the very best that I can give her.

I can only hope I don’t disappoint her.

“I want you inside me,” she whispers when we’re long minutes into this agonizing torture. She crawls over me, her face in mine, her fingers still gripping my erection.

Smoothing my hands down her back, I caress the soft, plump flesh of her ass. “Grab a condom out of the drawer.”

She glances toward the bedside table and reaches out, pulling open the drawer and withdrawing a condom wrapper. Moving away, she opens the condom, kneeling in front of me as she holds the tiny rubber ring poised in front of my cock. “Can I put it on?”

“Hell yeah,” I mutter, entranced by the look on her face, the glow in her eyes. She leans over my erection, her hair shielding her face since I removed the band and set her ponytail free only minutes earlier. Her fingers dance along my length, tracing the tip before she settles the condom over the head. She slowly rolls the condom on, stroking me as she does, and my eyes threaten to roll back in my head, it feels so damn good.

We’re teasing, tormenting each other like we’ve done for so many years. Instead this time, we’re naked, wrapped around each other and trying to drive the other crazy with wanting. Until I can’t take it any longer and I roll her over so she’s beneath me, her long legs spread, my hips nestled in between her thighs, my cock thrusting toward the very center of her.

Sweat beads my brow as I study Jen, my hands braced on either side of her head. Her dark hair is spread across the pillow, her velvety brown eyes slumberous, that plush, sexy mouth swollen from my punishing kisses. She runs her hand down the center of my chest, my stomach, her fingers teasing my navel, then drifting farther south to trace the trail of hair that leads to my aching erection.