Slow Hands

thick in other places, too.
    My God.
    Soon he’d be doing exactly as he’d promised earlier—filling her so completely she’d wonder if she was going to break in half.
    They seemed to have skipped past the basics of a new sexual relationship, as Maddy understood them. Which meant she didn’t have to wait until the second or third time they slept together to do what she was just dying to do. Reaching out, she stroked him, one long caress along the back of his erection, then delicately touched the taut sacs beneath.
    He hissed. She remained undeterred. Spreading her hand wide, she encircled as much of him as she could, then slowly moved closer, her mouth going wet with hunger.
    “Maddy!”
    “Not a word,” she reminded him.
    Then there was no more talking, just the sensation of her lips sliding over the smooth round head, her tongue moistening him enough so she could take a little more. And a little more after that.
    Not oblivious to his clenched fists or the rock-hard muscles in his stomach, that said he was fighting very hard to remain in control, Maddy showed no mercy.
    She liked how he tasted. She liked how he felt in her mouth. She liked the scrape of his hard-yet-soft flesh against the insides of her cheeks, and the tiny groan he made when she took him all the way, as deep as he could possibly go.
    That was when he lost it.
    Without another word, Jake pushed her away. He grabbed her by the shoulders and yanked her up, flipping her on her back so fast, she didn’t even have time to process the change in position.
    “Uh-uh. I don’t think so.”
    Maddy put on an intentional pout, liking that she’d driven him to such desperation. “But I was having fun.”
    “You can have more of that kind of fun later. I’m not coming in your mouth. I want to do it inside your body.”
    “My mouth’s part of my body…”
    He thrust a thick, hard finger into her dripping sex, making her gasp and arch hard against his hand. “ Here. I want to be here.” Another finger joined it, and he moved them in and out, slowly making love to her…preparing her. “Right now, I think I need to be inside you more than I need to live until my thirtieth birthday.”
    Wrapping her arms around his neck, she murmured, “Well, we can’t have you not surviving your twenties.”
    Jake kissed her, hard and deep, then grabbed the condom which he’d already torn open. She reached to help him, but he pushed her hand away. “Don’t push me, babe, I’m holding on by a thread.”
    “Does that mean it’s going to be over really quickly?” she asked, unable to hide a hint of worry.
    Rather than take offense, Jake threw his head back and laughed. “Hell, no. It means that once I’m in you, you can’t torment me anymore.”
    “Torment you?” She arched a brow. “Was that what I was doing?”
    “Yeah, babe, it was, and you know it. You were trying to drive me wild, and oh, it was definitely working.”
    Good.
    “And being inside you is also going to drive me wild,” he admitted. “But there, at least, I can stay very still.” His whiskey tone promised incredible delights, seducing her word by word. “I can indulge in the feel of you wrapped around me. Not moving, just savoring.”
    “Not moving?” The idea of trying to remain still when that was inside her was beyond comprehension.
    “Not a muscle,” he growled. “Not until I feel capable of really getting started.”
    Getting started. Oh, my. As if she hadn’t already had more orgasms in the past hour than she’d had during her entire relationship with her ex.
    He pushed her legs apart—far enough apart to accommodate the breadth of him, and Maddy arched up, opening herself in welcome. Maybe a teeny, tiny bit tentative.
    As if knowing, Jake kissed her tenderly, whispering soft words against her mouth that relaxed her, telling her he’d never do anything to hurt her.
    Slowly, with more of that unbelievable restraint he seemed to have by the barrel, he eased into her. Just the tip of his heat, then an inch more, and even more after that. Until, finally, he plunged deep, drawing a deep, guttural gasp from both of them.
    Just as he’d promised, he filled her completely.
    She whimpered, needing to move, overwhelmed by how damn good it felt. Her muscles reacted, squeezed, milked him deep inside.
    “Wait,” he growled.
    “I’m not moving,” she protested in her own defense.
    “The hell you’re not.”
    She squeezed again, helpless against her body’s instinctive