Page 43 of The Comeback Heir

“What?” she asked, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than she ever had in her life.

“I can’t explain it,” he muttered. “You look the same, but different. Lusher, more blatantly feminine.”

“Fatter?” she teased.

He didn’t smile. “More enticing.”

Her chest rose and fell when he touched her breasts lightly. The fact that her body responded visibly to his caress meant she couldn’t hide from him. If she wanted to be intimate with Wynn Oliver, there was a certain amount of necessary risk.

It was her turn to explore his chest, and she took her time. Running her hands from his shoulders to his flat belly made her breathless. His body was at its peak. Taut, hard, primed.

When he smiled tightly and lowered her to her back, she sucked in a startled breath. This was really happening again.

But Wynn didn’t do forever.

She tried to ignore the nagging reminder. It wasn’t as if she had any notion of resurrecting their teenage relationship. Even so, a frisson of unease slithered through her veins.

Maybe Wynn thought she wasn’t serious, but it was true. She was afraid of falling for him again. She simply couldn’t let that happen.

He reached in the pocket of his sleep pants and dropped a trio of condoms on the bedside table.

Felicity’s eyes widened. “Three?”

He shrugged, his gaze a mix of defiance and naughty charm. “You never know.”

She closed her eyes when he leaned over her and sucked gently on her breasts, one at a time. Heat streaked through her body like lightning. “Wynn,” she murmured.

“Hmm?” He lifted his head, his gaze slightly unfocused. “Was that a question, baby?”

“No.” She shook her head slowly, her fingers grabbing folds of the sheet as he moved lower, kissing her very intimately. Her first orgasm slammed into her as she cried out his name.

His tight grin held a hint of smugness. “I’m just getting started,” he promised.

“But you’re still dressed.”

“Insurance.”

He covered every centimeter of her body, his focus unwavering. It was clear he enjoyed his work.

At last, he returned to her lips. “Sweet Fliss,” he said, sliding his tongue deep in her mouth and using his hand to pleasure her elsewhere.

The second climax was better than the first.

The sensations were too much. She felt giddy and sated, greedy and relaxed. He played with her body as if he had all the time in the world.

But finally, she took control. She palmed him through his pants. “Get rid of these,” she said, her breathing uneven.

“Gladly.” He rolled to his feet and stripped off the sleep pants. His sex was rigid and full.

When he came back to her, he reclined on his side. She stroked the length of him, loving the way his chest rose and fell rapidly...the way his eyelids drifted shut as hot color flushed his cheekbones.

He didn’t stop her when she kissed his lips and held his sex at the same time, moving her hand slowly. “Hell, Fliss...” He groaned as if she was torturing him. But his sharp breaths and restless movements told her she had only so much further she could go.

Finally, he rolled away from her, sat up and donned a condom. “How do you want me?”

The question surprised her. She had been expecting him to take control again. “I get to choose?” She grinned, loving the way he looked—wild and fierce and not at all sophisticated.

He sat back on his haunches. “Only if you make up your mind in the next ten seconds.” The words were dead serious in tone.