Unwrap Me. Susan Lyons

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      “Yes, please,” she said.

      Funny how they’d already fallen into a pattern. A quickie first—to slake the immediate lust—and then long, slow lovemaking—no, make that sex—later. Two different kinds of experience, both equally sexy and satisfying.

      “I brought you a present,” he said, not sounding the least bit out of breath at lugging her weight. “Five presents, to be exact.”

      “Five?”

      He flicked on the bedroom light, went over to the bed, and tossed her down.

      She bounced, giggling, as he reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a small bag. He held it upside down over the bed, scattering the contents around her.

      “Condoms?”

      “A sampler.”

      She grabbed up the squares, each containing a ring of latex, and examined them. “Chocolate—yum, that’s for dessert. Or maybe this red-and-green peppermint one. Ooooh, a studded one. And a ribbed one.” Internal muscles pulsed at the thought of that stimulation. She held up the last. “Glow-in-the-dark? Seriously?”

      “Thought it’d be fun.” He sat on the bed beside her. “You look like a kid in a candy store.”

      “An adult candy store.” Jude ran her tongue around her lips, teasing him back. “And you’re the lollipop.” Then she ran a finger down the fly of his jeans.

      “You can sample the merchandise.”

      She glanced at the condoms. “Hmmm, which one to start with…I can’t decide.”

      He tossed them back in the bag and then held the bag out in front of her. “Reach in and pick.”

      She did and came up with the studded one. “‘For her sensual pleasure,’” she read from the package. “Can’t argue with that.” Then she ripped it open and eagerly unfastened his fly.

      Nick had a perfect cock. Long and thick, beautifully shaped, with a satiny crown, always responsive. What a shame to cover it with latex, even if that latex was covered with bumps for her sensual pleasure.

      While she sheathed him, he was reaching for the zipper of her rose-colored velour hoodie, pulling it down, reaching inside. “No bra,” he said appreciatively as he caressed her breasts, teasing her nipples into tight buds.

      When he peeled off her hoodie, her skin prickled with goose bumps, but only for a moment because he was leaning forward to suck a nipple into his mouth, and now she was shivering for a whole different reason. Fiery heat rushed straight from her budding nipple to her swollen pussy, making her squeeze her thighs together. The velour of her black pants was soft against her skin, but the seam pressed her sensitive clit.

      Not for long, though, because he was pulling at the stretchy waistband. She shifted her weight so he could ease off her slacks and black panties. Then she straddled him where he sat on the edge of the bed, jeans shoved down his hips. That firm shaft rose between them, and she rubbed against it, her juices slicking the condom, the bumps teasing her clit.

      His hands wove through her hair and pulled her close; then his lips came across hers in a hot, demanding kiss that took her from aroused to on fire in seconds. Tongues thrusting, dueling, mating, they both gasped for breath but didn’t stop kissing. Knees on the bed, Jude raised herself, reaching between them to grip his erection and guide him to her opening.

      He took it from there, with one powerful thrust that drove him deep inside her.

      Delicious sensations filled her, making her whimper against his mouth. Her sex pulsed and throbbed, craving more, so she began to raise and lower herself around him. Oh, yeah, she could feel the studs. Unusual but good. No, make that great.

      Pressure and need were spiraling fast, and Nick’s thrusts told her he felt the same. Their kisses had gone to pecks and nibbles, grabbed between panting breaths and moans of pleasure.

      She knew him by now, knew he’d wait for her before he came. But whenever that happened, she was so stunned with sensation she didn’t fully register his climax. This time, she wanted to reverse things.

      She rose and fell faster and faster on his cock and slid a hand between them, found his balls, and squeezed gently.

      He gave a surprised groan. “Jesus, Jude.” Under her hand he tightened.

      “Come, Nick,” she panted. “Want you to come.”

      He lost control, his movements wild and erratic as he pumped into her and then let out a hoarse cry and erupted in jerky thrusts.

      Those last compulsive strokes did it for her, bringing her along with him in an explosive orgasm.

      Arms around each other, they slumped, chests heaving, gasping for breath.

      A minute or two later, he kissed the top of her head, stroked her back. “The studs are okay?”

      “Great.” Only one thing would be better: naked flesh with no layer of protection.

      Wait a minute. What was she thinking? The only time she’d had unprotected sex was when she’d been engaged. When there’d been intimacy, commitment, and trust—or so she’d thought at the time. She’d been such a fool to think a man would give her commitment, deserve her trust.

      “I figured we could try some different kinds,” Nick said. “Whatever you like, I’ll buy more of.”

      What was he talking about? Oh, right. Condoms. She refocused. “Good idea.” Yes, the two of them were about sex, and that was all. Great sex for as long as they both wanted. Good god, they hadn’t even talked about exclusivity. Not that she had any right—no, make that desire—to ask for it. Or did she?

      She shivered, edgy and off balance. “I’m getting chilly. Let’s get dressed and make dinner.”

      As she eased off his lap, he asked, “Are you okay?”

      “Of course.” She gathered up her clothes and went into the bathroom to clean up.

      When she came out, he was already dressed and in the kitchen. He’d found the salmon in the fridge and was squeezing lemon juice onto it.

      “You know your way around a kitchen,” she commented.

      “Find me a firefighter who doesn’t. Comes from our time as probies—probationers—when we’re in charge of groceries and meals.” He glanced up from chopping fresh dill. “Besides, Mom made sure Kris and I learned how to cook.”

      “Good for her.”

      “It was fun. Especially at Christmastime.” This time he didn’t look up from grating pepper over the fish. “Shortbread, gingerbread, Christmas cake, mince tarts.”

      Jude felt a pang. When she was a kid, her mama had made the same things and let Jude help. Jude didn’t want to think, much less talk, about Christmas, yet she found herself saying, “Karen and Kris are making a gingerbread house tonight.”

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