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and contour of his muscles. He moaned against my lips when my palms drifted down his sides to his narrow waist, pausing on the cool leather of his belt. I followed his belt to its buckle, and he raised his hips enough to grant me access. I slid my hand between us, squeezing him gently through his jeans and smiling into his kiss when his breath caught.
    Shifting his weight onto one arm, he reached for his belt with his free hand, but I gently pushed it away.
    “I can do it,” I said.
    “I know you can.” He kissed me lightly. “But I want your hands on me.”
    “My hands are on you.” I squeezed him again, then traced the outline of his cock with one finger.
    He closed his eyes. “You know what I mean.”
    “I know exactly what you mean.” I gently dragged my nails along the front of his jeans until his lips parted and his eyebrows knitted together. “And I’m getting there.” Frustration tried to show itself in the grooves between his eyebrows and the thinness of his lips, but quickly disappeared when I drew his zipper down and unbuckled his belt. The buckle, no longer quite so cold now that it had been between our bodies for so long, still gave me goose bumps when it touched my skin because I was now that much closer to touching more of his skin.
    And I was desperate to touch him. Between the two of us, we got his jeans and boxers over his hips and out of the way, and when my fingers closed around his cock, my entire body reacted as if he’d just thrust deep inside me. A wave of cool heat rushed through me like a phantom orgasm. Or a prelude to the real thing. We both gasped, trying to draw the same air from the space between our lips, and I couldn’t quite tell whose tremors were whose as I stroked him.
    Forget more foreplay. I was still half-dressed, he hadn’t even touched me below the waist yet, but if I didn’t have him inside me in the next few seconds, I was going to need medical attention.
    “I want you—” I hesitated. I’d never been the one to make that move, to make that call. Self-consciousness lodged the words in my throat.
    “You want me to what?” A playful lilt nearly masked the unsteadiness in his voice.
    “I—” I took a breath, unable to look away from him, but unable to say what it was I wanted when he looked at me so intently.
    He must have known, because he bent and kissed my collarbone, freeing me from the scrutiny of his eyes only to distract me with delicious contact. His lips went from my collarbone to my neck and electricity went from my pussy to every nerve in my body.
    “You want…?” A simple prompt to coax me to speak, to try to tease the words out of me, but the vibration of his voice against my throat silenced me.
    I finally whispered, “ You .”
    The shudder that ran down his spine pushed his body closer to mine and his cock pressed against my hip. He raised his head and kissed me passionately.
    Without a word, he reached over the edge of the bed for his jeans while I kicked my own off.
    Riffling around in one of his pockets, he muttered something under his breath. Then he froze. “Oh, son of a…”
    “What’s wrong?”
    He cursed, then looked at me over his shoulder. “I don’t suppose you have any condoms handy?”
    My heart sank. “No, I don’t.”
    “Damn it. Neither do I.” He cursed again, then rejoined me on the bed. “I guess we’ll just have to save that for another night.”
    I tried not to groan or roll my eyes at the situation. No condoms, no sex. We could still fool around, but I couldn’t have him inside me. Frustration tightened in my gut. Guess he’s getting his and I get to wait until ‘another night.’ I loved pleasing a man, but if I didn’t relieve some of this tension, I was going to lose my mind.
    “Fortunately,” he whispered against my lips as his hand moved down my side to my hip, “there are plenty of other things we can do tonight.” His hand drifted across my hip and parted my thighs but continued its downward