Free Game Plan by Karla Doyle Page B

shifted forward in the seat, putting them in very close proximity. “Fingering my ass was an experiment?”
    “I wouldn’t exactly call it fingering.”
    “Because…”
    “No penetration.” The words squeaked out as heat rushed her cheeks, making her blush like a virgin. First the flub with the dirty talk, now this. Oh yah, she was proving to be quite the dud at seduction scenes.
    He rose from the chair, grabbed her hands and pulled her up, into his arms. The smile on his face matched the erection pressing against her stomach. Huge. “You can use me as your sexual guinea pig anytime. But right now,” his fingers ran down the seam of her ass, cupping it at the bottom with a hard squeeze, “it’s my turn to experiment. And babe, there’s gonna be penetration.”
    Halfway to the bed, he hooked his arms under her knees and hoisted her up. The head of his cock rubbed her clit. A couple of small adjustments and she could have him inside her. And man, she needed that. Big time.
    “Where are the condoms?” The last thing she wanted was an accidental pregnancy from her first time out of the gate.
    “Front pocket of my jeans.” Cool softness hugged her body as he deposited her onto the duvet. “We don’t need them yet.”
    “You’re going to make me wait even longer?” Not that she minded having him hovering over her, kissing his way down her neck and over the curve of her breast.
    “Impatient much?” He caught her nipple between his teeth and tugged. “It’s been what…twenty-eight hours since we met?” He gave her a devastatingly hot smile before his mouth disappeared beneath her breast to continue its southbound journey.
    “Yes, but it’s been years since—” Oh, oh. She glanced down. The sensual movement of his head combined with the fluttering of his tongue against her sensitive parts rendered her momentarily mute. His fingers slipped inside her. She relaxed her hips, opening wider. At the deepest point of each thrust, his knuckles brushed her ass, teasing her rear entry. No man had ever touched her there, though it certainly ranked highly in her fantasy time. Mason would be different. He’d touch her everywhere, fuck her everywhere. Do everything she dreamed about and maybe some extra stuff.
    Her legs shook as she tipped over the edge. She shoved her hands through his hair, clutching his head, melting against his face. Shamelessly enjoying what he gave. When the last wave of ecstasy rippled through her, she dissolved into the bed. Satisfied with a capital S, large font, bold and in italics. Most of the women she knew would kill for one orgasm like that. Yet seeing Mason resurface, licking his lips and smiling, she greedily wanted to shove him back down for another round.
    “Wow.”
    “Yeah?” He put his tongue on her clit and gave it a little swirl.
    “Very wow.” So much so, she could barely take the light teasing he was administering. “Are you a good vet?”
    “The best.”
    Confidence suited him. He wore it as naturally as skin. “You’re not going to ask me why I’m asking about your job right after you made me come like a rocket?”
    “Nah, but I like that part about the rocket.”
    “That was my point. If the vet thing doesn’t work out, you could become a gigolo. With your skills, you’d be rich.”
    “Would you pay for my services?”
    “I might.”
    “I wouldn’t take your money. Burying my face between your legs is my pleasure.”
    “God, you’re smooth.”
    “You’d rather I was rough?”
    One look at his hungry smile and the sinful glint in his eyes and she was done for. Whatever he did to her, however he did it, would end with a trip to the moon. She didn’t doubt that for one second.
    “How about now…” She rocked her hips side to side. “Have I been patient enough?”
    “Hell yes.” He disentangled himself from her legs, turned her on her side and smacked her on the butt. “Go get them.”
    No need to tell her twice. She rolled off the bed and