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PROLOGUE
Lucy Conrad’s mind was officially blown. Because it turned out the nice guy professor she’d gone out with on a dare was going to be the best lover she’d ever had.
Assuming he ever actually gave it up, that is.
“You’re thinking again, Lucy,” Jamie said as he stroked her. “Don’t think. Just feel.”
Oh she was feeling all right. The guy excelled at making her feel pleasure unlike any she’d ever experienced—and for her, that was saying something. Yet, when it came to going all the way, he remained stubbornly resistant.
Their chemistry was phenomenal. He was an amazing kisser, whether he was taking things slow and sweet or fast and furious. He was also extremely talented with his hands. And tongue. And voice. God, the dirty things he came up with sometimes blew her mind and made her quiver with need.
But during their third date and a mind-numbing make-out session, he’d suddenly pulled back. Intent on proving he wanted more than just sex from her, he’d suggested they delay going all the way. That they build the anticipation and drive each other crazy while at the same time getting to know one another better.
At first, she’d thought he was joking; after all, she’d felt how hard he got for her, seen the way his sleek muscles shook with want, and heard his ragged moans when she touched him. When she’d realized he was being serious, she’d been intrigued. She’d also been confident she could get him to change his mind.
So she’d agreed.
Thus began two months of the most fabulous foreplay imaginable...and frustration the likes of which she’d never experienced before.
They were officially on date number ten…and Lucy was done.
She wanted all of Jamie. And she wanted him now.
She imagined him filling her to the hilt. Stretching her to the point where it almost hurt but at the same time felt better than anything she’d ever had.
“Damn it, Jamie, I need more than this,” she said as he stroked her clit.
“I have a whole lot more to give you, Luce,” he said, even as he penetrated her with one long finger. The combination of his caresses and his finger inside her nearly had her coming, but she determinedly scrambled back from the edge.
“Uh-uh,” he said. “No holding back. Ever.”
She gave a weak laugh. “You’re forbidding me from holding back? You, who won’t fuck me even though—”
She hissed when he plunged another finger inside her.
“Even though what? Even though I absolutely love making you come over and over again?”
Her head fell back on the bed and as she stared at the ceiling of her bedroom, her vision blurring, her mind filled with images of his golden brown eyes, lean, angular face, and slim but powerfully muscled body. When he lowered his head to kiss her stomach, her fingers wove through his dark, silky hair and pulled.
“I want your cock,” she said, then held her breath, once more wondering if her bluntness would turn him off. She spoke plainly. She always had. She wasn’t normally reluctant to swear, especially when it came to sex. But with Jamie? Even though he was a college professor just like her, he reminded her of the boys she’d dated when she was younger. The privileged ones. The ones that always ended up wanting a girl with class. Someone other than Lucy.
She frowned. She didn’t like feeling less than. If Jamie didn’t like the way she talked, he could go fuck himself. But first she wanted him to fuck her.
As if aware of her thoughts, he said, “We agreed to take things slow, Lucy. To get to know one another a little better. This is hard for me, too. I want you so much.”
“Then take me. I’ve gotten to know you. And you—you’ve certainly gotten to know me.”
“I know what you taste like. How you feel. What you look like when you come. And all those amount to fabulous. But you haven’t truly let me in. You’re still holding back. I want in you, not just in your body. I’ve known from the start the way I’m going to get there is by keeping some part of me out of your reach. By showing you that you mean more to me than just a quick screw.”
“I want a quick screw!”
“You’re not getting it from me.”
“Why do you care whether I’m holding something back?” And how could he know? Could he sense the pain she still carried from her past? The hurt that came from never fitting in? The people she should have been closest to—her affluent parents and sister, the teachers and girls from her boarding school—had rejected her for being loud, impulsive and crude. And the boys—God, the boys—they’d sneered at her, making her feel like a whore just because she’d cursed and drank and liked to party.
Jamie wasn’t like that, which didn’t mean he was perfect, either.
He could be cocky. Stubborn. Controlling. Twice he’d even suggested her clothes were too revealing. She’d given him a pass the first time. On the second, she’d made it clear she’d dress how she wanted and if he didn’t like it he could take a hike.
