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“Mmm. I was a young starter.”

  She rolled to her side and propped her head up on her hand. “And a quick finisher.”

  He chuckled. “Very funny.”

  She lightly shrugged her shoulders, causing her delectable breasts to bounce. “Until you prove differently, that’s going to be my story.”

  “Your story?”

  “Mmm-hmm. You’ll go down in my personal sexual history as Quick Withdraw McGraw.”

  “Ouch.”

  “You’re telling me.”

  Despite the humiliation that threatened, Will found her easy banter putting him at ease. “What would be the female equivalent to what just happened?” he asked.

  “Oh, I don’t know,” she said quietly. “My reading a newspaper while you went about your business.”

  “Now that would be downright rude.”

  “Do you see a newspaper anywhere?”

  Will considered the shadows playing against his bedroom ceiling. He hadn’t opened the vertical blinds from the morning and the room was dim and cool.

  And the woman beside him was sexy and hot.

  “Be a good bird and hand me another condom, won’t you?”

  Renae blinked at him, then down at his growing erection. She lay back and reached into the drawer to get another square packet. “Are you sure you want to subject yourself to this again?”

  He took the condom from her. “I think the question is are you game for another round?”

  “Seeing as I can barely remember—oh!”

  Freshly resheathed, Will rolled quickly back on top of her, pinning her arms above her head and allowing his gaze to roam over her deliciously shapely body. He spread her thighs with his knees then positioned the tip of his fully throbbing arousal against her once again. This time when he filled her, he took his time about it, absorbing her every shiver and quake…and keeping his own control tightly in check.

  Finally he was into her to the hilt and she moaned. He kissed her mouth then pressed his nose against hers. “What was that you were about to say?”

  Renae restlessly licked her parched lips, her heart thudding hard in her chest, her womb contracting to the point that she believed she might be on the verge of climaxing.

  Considering that moments before she’d firmly believed that pillow-shock syndrome had struck hours too soon, the rush of physical need that suffused her muscles, and the sensational chaos Will was so easily recreating in her, was…well…shocking.

  And oh so nice.

  He began stroking her with his manhood in a way few men knew how to, expertly skimming the head of his erection against her G-spot then withdrawing before plunging in and tilting his hips to hit her pleasure spot head-on again. Oh, nice was so not the word for the way she was feeling. Orgasmic was closer to the mark. Out of her mind with pleasure would also fill the bill. She curved her hands around his tight posterior and squeezed, holding him deep inside her for a moment longer and grinding her pelvis against his, cherishing the friction of his hair against hers.

  Oh, yes. That was so much closer to what she’d expected. She moaned as he stroked her again. In fact, it was quickly surpassing it.

  His hips stilled and she cracked open her eyelids, afraid he might have bailed before her again. Instead she found he wasn’t climaxing. Rather he was cupping her right breast then bending to run his tongue slowly along her distended nipple. Renae swallowed hard, unable to blink as she watched him swirl the tip of his tongue around and around then pull her nipple deep into his mouth, seeming to tug on some sort of invisible chord that linked her breasts to her throbbing sex. Without his having moved his hips she felt ridiculously on the verge of orgasm.

  She stretched her neck and closed her eyes, trying to regain control. She wanted this to last. Wanted him to deliver on his promise to perform better the second time around.

  She wanted to make the risk she’d taken by coming into his condo with him worth it.

  He withdrew halfway then plunged almost roughly back in to the hilt. Renae’s back came up off the bed and a long moan escaped her throat.

  Then before she knew it he was rolling so he lay on his back, her on top.

  Considering she’d been on the verge of climax, she wasn’t sure she liked this change in position. At least not until he thrust upward and chased all coherent thought from her mind.

  Bracing herself against his shoulders, she tilted her hips forward, then back. Oh, yes. That was so, so good. Will’s size practically guaranteed a girl a good time. Of course on the condition that he could actually maintain an erection. What good was a big member if you couldn’t keep it that way? But despite his unpromising beginning, the sexy E.R. doc was delivering everything and more than she had spent all day imagining.

  Her stomach began trembling and hot, liquid fire exploded through her body. She gripped his shoulders tightly and threw her head back, riding the exquisite waves crashing through her like a trained surfer. Only not even she was prepared for the length and the power of her orgasm. As her muscles began to calm, she tried to calm her surprise at her incredible reaction. After all, when she’d handed him the second condom, she’d been devoid of any expectation.

  Now…

  Well, now that she’d just experienced what could possibly be the best orgasm of her life, she didn’t quite know how to respond.

  “And?” Will asked, fondling her breasts.

  Another shudder worked its way through her body and she smiled down at him.

  “And that was definitely worth the risk of giving you a second chance.”

  Damn, he was sexy. His hair always had a kind of just-got-out-of-bed look about it, but now that it had really been tousled, he looked like the worst kind of devil, grinning up at her with his lopsided, British grin.

  She began to roll off him.

  He stayed her with his hands on her legs. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  She blinked at him. It was three in the afternoon and she hadn’t been back to her apartment yet.

  “Oh, Miss Truesdale, I’m nowhere near through with you.”

  She playfully widened her eyes. She’d been so enthralled by her own climax she hadn’t noticed whether or not he’d come again. “Oh?”

  “Mmm. I figure since we’ve gone this far, we might as well go all the way.”

  Renae found herself licking her lips in sweet anticipation. “Excuse me, but isn’t all the way what we just did?”

  “Uh-uh.” He shook his head, his fingers drifting from her outer thighs so he could press the pads of his thumbs against the magic button between her legs.

  Renae moaned.

  “That was just the appetizer. And I fully plan for this to be at least a five-course meal.”

  Renae gasped when he lifted her from his hips then coaxed her in the other direction so she still sat astride him, but facing his feet.

  “Be a good bird and get me another one of those condoms, won’t you?”

  Renae reached back and took out a handful of condoms. She let them rain down on his chest as she grinned in naked challenge. “Now make this bird sing.”

  HUMPH. Seemed ironic somehow that while he was having such a hard time getting one woman in his bed, he couldn’t seem to get the other one out.

  Will stood drinking an extra-large glass of orange juice from the doorway to his bedroom. It was past 6:00 a.m. Sunday morning and, a part of him told him, time for his bed partner to make a graceful departure. In the hopes of rousing Renae from the sleep of the dead, he’d already made about as much noise as he possibly could with absolutely no luck at all. Of course, his being halfhearted about actually wanting her to leave was something he preferred not to think about just then.

  Instead he idly considered other ways he might go about chasing her from his condo even as he leisurely leaned against the jamb and took in her silhouette under the white top sheet. Damn, but she was beautiful. Most women didn’t fare a fraction as well within a few hours of him bringing them back to his place. But Renae… Well, R
enae looked somehow even sexier after the hours and hours of great sex they’d shared. Her dark blond long hair was tangled, sure, but rather than looking like a nest where bats might consider taking up residence, it appeared soft and appealing, framing her tanned face just so. And while she hadn’t been wearing lipstick when he’d run into her in the parking lot yesterday, her lips still somehow managed to look seductively pink and wet, as if awaiting his kiss.

  His gaze slid down her shapely body, which he knew was naked under the sheet. From the curve of her exposed arm, to the soft swell of material against her breasts, down to her curvy hip, he visually roamed. He glanced down at the front of his own shorts, surprised to find Big Ben chiming the hour once again.

  He raised his brows. It had been a good long time since he’d spent so many unbroken hours having sex. And he couldn’t recall the last time he’d still wanted a woman this much after having had her myriad ways over more than twelve hours.

  He moved his half-empty glass from one hand to the other then knocked loudly on the open door.

  Renae smiled, cooed, then turned in the other direction, completely oblivious to his attempts to wake her.

  Which had been the case for the last hour.

  Will couldn’t resist stepping closer and peering over her shoulder at her completely contented expression.

  Intriguing…

  Especially when she blinked her eyes open, reminding him of how vividly green they were, and looked up at him. Her smile widened even farther as she rolled to her back and yawned. “Good morning,” she said, her voice husky.

  “Yes, um, good morning to you, as well.” Will stiffened and absently rubbed his chin. “You weren’t planning on moving in here, were you?”

  Renae turned her head to stare at him.

  “Because, you know, if you are, I’d have to set some ground rules. Like no sleeping later than me. And—”

  She grabbed a belt loop on his cargo shorts and tugged him forward. “No fear there.”

  Will’s first reaction was to ask why. Then he remembered that he wasn’t supposed to want her in his apartment for reasons other than sex.

  “Ah, yes, that’s right,” he said. “You already have a roommate.”

  He remembered the other woman who lived directly upstairs. She had some kind of cat name. Tabby or Spot or something like that.

  Then again, she wasn’t just a roommate, was she? She was Renae’s live-in lover.

  Somehow over the past fifteen hours he’d forgotten about that.

  Intriguing, indeed.

  He blinked at Renae’s purely teasing smile. “Jealous?” she asked.

  “Who me?” He pressed his lips together then shook his head. “No. Not in the slightest.” He handed her his glass of orange juice then jabbed a thumb toward the ceiling. “But someone else might be.”

  She pushed up to a sitting position, causing the sheet to drape around her waist and baring her full and delectable breasts. Breasts that bore red patches from his considerable attentions the night before. He rubbed his freshly shaven chin and imagined himself slathering lotion all over her delicious skin.

  “Are you talking about Tabitha?” she asked after she finished off the juice and handed him back the empty glass. He wasn’t sure he liked the secretive smile she wore. Well, okay, he liked it—a little too much if you asked his opinion—he just didn’t like that he didn’t know what had caused it. “That’s so not what our relationship is about.”

  He bit back his instant query for her to explain what it was about, then reminded himself that he didn’t want to know.

  This…Renae…them…this was a one-shot deal. As soon as she walked out the door, she wasn’t going to walk back through it again.

  She lay back in the bed again and crossed her arms behind her head, her bare breasts jiggling in an all too enticing manner.

  In order for that plan to work, however, he actually had to get her out the door.

  She looked at him from head to foot. “You didn’t have plans this morning, did you?”

  Will found his tongue suddenly altogether too big for his mouth. “No. You?” he fairly croaked, unable to pry his gaze from the engorged tips of her breasts.

  She slowly pulled the sheet from the rest of her body, offering up even more delectable vistas as she smiled at him wickedly. “Oh, I think I can come up with one or two.”

  Funny, but Will no longer wanted her to leave….

  5

  FOUR HOURS LATER Renae was in the kitchen of the condo she shared with Tabitha, washing the dishes that had been left in the sink—dishes she hadn’t dirtied—and humming to herself. She was idly surprised that the tune she couldn’t seem to shake was the Heart song “Crazy on You.”

  She smiled, recalling the near look of panic Will had worn after they’d wrapped up their last sack session and he’d gotten a look at the time. They’d been just a few hours short of spending an entire day in bed together. And he hadn’t looked too pleased at that realization. In fact, he’d looked two breaths away from piling her clothes into her arms and shoving her through his door butt naked just to finally get rid of her. No matter that certain areas of his anatomy had other ideas.

  The only reason she’d left at all was that they’d run out of condoms, both from his drawer and her purse.

  And even now she was wondering if she had one or two stashed away somewhere in other purses.

  She laughed at what Will’s reaction might be if she showed up at his door holding the foil packets. He’d been surprised enough that she, a so-called lesbian, had carried condoms with her. He’d probably look adorably shocked initially. Then he’d likely yank her inside his apartment where they could put the rubbers to good use. After all, as Will himself had said when she’d been about to leave and found another in her purse, “A good condom is a terrible thing to waste.”

  “Now that’s one look I haven’t seen on your face for a good long time.”

  Renae glanced over her shoulder at Tabitha who was placing a shopping bag down on the glass-top kitchen table.

  “What? The look of getting properly laid?”

  Tabitha smiled at her as she unloaded the grocery bag. “Yes, that would be it.”

  Renae tried to control her smile and failed. She finished up the dishes and dried her hands.

  “Anybody I know?” Tabitha asked. She finished emptying the bag and then folded it up and put it in the recycling bin in the pantry.

  “Uh-huh.”

  Tabitha raised a brow as Renae helped her put the food items in the refrigerator and the cupboards. “May I ask who?” Tabitha took two cans of iced tea from the fridge, handed one to Renae, then they sat down across from each other in the wrought-iron chairs around the glass table.

  “Sure.” Renae pointed to the floor below them with her thumb.

  “Disappointing?”

  Renae realized she was giving the thumbs-down sign and laughed. “No, silly. I’m referring to our downstairs neighbor.”

  Tabitha nearly spewed her drink all over the glass tabletop. “Oh, God, say it isn’t so.”

  Renae enjoyed her friend’s reaction.

  Truth was, both of them had gotten a kick out of teasing Dr. Will Sexton all through the summer. Had enjoyed putting on their skimpy bikinis and heading for the pool, making extra sure when they ran into him to fertilize his belief that they were lesbians and causing it to grow even further.

  Of course, it wasn’t the first time the two friends had done something of that nature. The two of them had quickly become close friends their freshman year at Start High School, and had remained friends since. They’d gone through Tabitha’s hesitant coming out their junior year. But even before Tabitha had told her of her orientation, Renae had always guessed at her friend’s sexual preferences. When they went to football games Renae always commented on the players’ tight buns, while Tabitha had always been more interested in the cheerleaders. Not because she’d wanted to be one, but rather because she’d wanted to date one.
r />   And ever since they’d both hit puberty, they’d been aware that whenever two hot women were together, men were wired to fantasize about them being together in a sexual sense. And they’d learned how to work the weakness to perfection. Beginning with their senior prom where they’d been each other’s dates. Up until now with Will.

  “You explained that we aren’t lovers, of course,” Tabitha asked now, jerking Renae out of her reverie.

  “Of course not.”

  “And he still slept with you?”

  “Oh boy did he ever.”

  Tabitha’s frown barely detracted from her brunette beauty.

  Of the two of them, Tab had always been the more attractive. The one guys went after, obviously with little success.

  “Did he…has he…”

  “What?” Renae asked, knowing exactly what her friend was thinking. “Did he ask me to give you a call and invite you over?” She shook her head. “Interestingly enough, he didn’t.”

  “But you expected he might.”

  Renae tilted her head. “Yeah, I guess I did. But somewhere after the first five minutes I completely forgot and I think he did, too.” She looked at her friend suggestively. “Until this morning, anyway, when he asked if you might be jealous.”

  Tabitha shook her head. “One of these days you’re going to get yourself into trouble.”

  “Nah. I think I’m a little too smart for that.” She looked around, peering into the hall and the living room beyond. “Speaking of jealous partners, where’s Nina?”

  “Nina’s not jealous.”

  Renae laughed. “Now look who’s heading for trouble. Nina was born jealous.”

  “She was not.” Tabitha waved her away. “Anyway, tell me more about Dr. Will. Will you be seeing him again?”

  Renae twisted her can around and around on top of the table then wiped away the condensation. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

  “So last night was purely about sex.”

  “Oh, was it ever.”

  “So you have no designs on him beyond that?”

  “I don’t think so. After all, he does have a girlfriend.”

  “Well, that’s interesting.” Tabitha reached across the table and stopped her from fiddling with her can. “You just be careful, you hear? You wouldn’t be the first woman to mistake great sex for a relationship.”