She rolled her eyes. “Duh.”

“You’re obviously not picky enough. You shouldn’t be with me.”

“Why not? You’re the one I want. I’m an adult, Diaz. I get to choose the man I make love with.”

Him? The man she’d give her virginity to? Christ. It would have been him. His thoughts about no one else having touched her . . . his cavemanlike behavior . . . it was accurate, wasn’t it? And he had to admit there was a part of him screaming a hell yeah! at the thought of no man ever touching Jessie before.

What was wrong with him? He couldn’t do this.

“I’m not going to be the one to take your virginity, Jessie.”

She sighed. “Why not? It’s more of a semantics thing than physical anyway. I’ve used vibrators.”

He dropped his chin to his chest, closed his eyes, and there went the visuals again. Jessie with a dildo shoved into her pussy, rubbing her clit, lifting her ass off the bed as she pleasured herself. Her eyes closed tight, her breathing labored as she brought herself to orgasm.

Fuck. His dick was telling him one thing, his conscience another. And he was getting a headache.

He opened his eyes, looked at her. “Because you need to find a great guy, fall in love, have a relationship. And I’m not the kind of guy to do that with.”

“You are a great guy, Diaz.”

She knew so very little about him. If she did, she’d get dressed and run like hell. “No, I’m not. And I’m not going to argue with you about this. I’m flattered that you think you want to give it up to me, but I’m going to have to pass. I really think you should find a different guy.”

She leaned back on the bed. “Someone like Crush?”

He shot her a glare. “Don’t even think about it.”

“You don’t get to tell me who I fuck. If it isn’t going to be you, then I’ll choose someone else.”

“For someone who claims to be picky, you’ve suddenly become rather indiscriminate.”

She inhaled, let it out. “Okay, fine. I don’t want to have sex with Crush. This is frustrating. You built me up, got me hot, and you’re kind of leaving me hanging here, Diaz. That’s not really fair.”

His lips lifted. She had a point. “You’re right about that. Sorry.”

She laid back on the bed, planted her feet flat, and widened her legs, letting her fingers drift between them, resting on the top of her sex, oh so close to that tantalizing piercing. She tapped her fingers, drawing his attention to her smooth pussy lips, her still swollen clit. “So if you won’t fuck me, how about releasing a little tension?”

The woman was going to be the death of him.

SEVEN

JESSIE HAD ALWAYS CONSIDERED HERSELF BRAVE, BOLD, AND sexy.

She also knew what she wanted. And since she was already naked and had come this far with Diaz, she intended to go all the way. She’d push him if she had to—force him, even, though that thought caused her lips to curve. He was easily twice her size. She could hardly throw him down and force him to have sex with her.

The mental visual was appealing, though.

Unfortunately, she was tired of doing things mentally. Or by herself. She was naked, lying on the bed. Diaz was in the room with her, and from the look on his face, definitely interested. If she could find a way to break through his wall of chivalry or whatever misguided notion of honor that currently kept him across the room from her, she could have him on the bed with her.

And maybe, just maybe . . .

“Jessie.”

His voice had gone hoarse, as if he struggled with indecision. He stood rooted to the spot, his fist clenched in the drapes, staring at her, at where her fingers rested just above her pussy. Good. At least this time he hadn’t walked out on her. They were making progress.

“Come here, Diaz. I know you want this as much as I do.”

“You don’t know what I want. Or even what you want. Think about this, Jess. This is a mistake.”

He was the one who didn’t know what he wanted. Emboldened by the heated look in his eyes, the way he couldn’t drag his gaze away from her, she slid her fingers down, parted her legs farther. Her clit trembled, knowing he watched. She was both embarrassed and aroused. She’d never done this in front of a man before. She’d never done anything in front of a man before. But when Diaz palmed his cock, rubbed it as he watched, her lips parted and she began to pant, her body melting from the inside out. She suddenly couldn’t breathe, her throat had gone dry, no doubt because all the moisture in her body had rushed to her pussy. She felt the warm wetness there and ran her hand down, circled her pussy lips, and dipped inside just a bit to wet her fingers.

Diaz let out a strangled groan, and she knew then that he wasn’t going to leave her. She let her fingers drift upward, wetting her vulva, circling around her clit, waving her fingers back and forth.

He moved forward. “How often do you do this?”

“Do what? Lie naked on a hotel room bed with a man watching me?”

“No. Touch yourself.”

“Every day. Sometimes more than once a day.”

“Christ, Jessie.”

“I’m tired of touching myself. It’s time I had a little education. I need you, Diaz.”

He stripped off his T-shirt, and she dug her heels in so she could push her back up onto the pillows and watch.

His chest was smooth, dark, and muscled, a few scars the only thing marring its absolute chiseled perfection, though even those added to his masculine beauty. He looked like a warrior, from his broad shoulders to his wide chest, narrow waist, and his six-pack abs. She wanted to lick all the way down to the dark feathering of hair that disappeared into his pants. He released the belt buckle and Jessie swallowed, her gaze riveted to his zipper, to the straining erection pushing against the crotch of his jeans. She followed his fingers as he drew the zipper down, realizing he’d gone commando. She held her breath as he reached for the waistband of his pants and pushed them down over his thighs, then sighed in pure feminine appreciation.

Strong legs, and a thatch of dark hair centering his cock. She leaned forward on all fours and reached out, circling his cock with her hand. Diaz inhaled, the sound sharp and guttural, almost like a curse. She tilted her head back to meet his gaze. He looked angry, his eyes dark.

“Let me,” she said.

“That’s not what this is about.”

“Let me anyway. I want to explore you.”

“Christ, Jessie.”

She took that as a yes and left her hand on his cock, maneuvering around to a sitting position and letting her legs dangle on the bed. Diaz moved closer, his knees bumping the mattress. He widened his stance, giving her free access to all his treasures.

God, he really was a treasure, especially here where he was so masculine. He felt all man, and smelled it, too. Like the outdoors, so crisp and musky and utterly primal. She breathed him in as she began to stroke his length with gentle movements, exploring what she had in her hand, mesmerized by the feel of soft skin surrounding a steely hard piece of flesh. Her pussy quivered as if by instinct, knowing the pleasure his cock could awaken in her.

Her virginity had long ago been technically disposed of by the vibrators she played with. But those were lifeless toys—without emotion, cold and impassionate. Diaz’s cock was hot, thick, pulsing with a life beat. Responsive, too—it jerked in her hand as she grazed her thumb over the wide crest, spilling drops of pearly liquid in its wake. She captured those fluids against her thumb, brought them to her mouth, and licked, surprised at the tangy flavor. She stroked, bringing him closer, and licked the soft tip.

“Jessie.”

Her name rolled off his tongue as a strangled whisper. She liked hearing that, so she licked him again, tasted more of his salty flavor, felt his cock jerking in response. He reached out to tangle his fingers in her hair, gripping a handful of it as he rocked against her tongue. She closed her lips around his hard flesh and brought him deeper into her mouth.

“That’s it, babe, suck me.”

Who knew sucking a man’s cock could be such a turn-on? She’d seen movies, thought this was done only for the man’s pleasure. She had no idea she could get so excited having Diaz at her mercy like this. But the more pleasure she gave him, the more it aroused her. And she seemed to be doing it right, since he gripped her hair hard and began pumping his cock between her lips, gently at first, then harder as she increased suction. She reached up and cradled his balls in one hand, gently massaging them, and he shuddered.

“You keep that up and I’m going to come in your mouth.” His voice was harsh, and as he said the words he thrust his cock deep into her throat. God, it was so exciting, feeling him lose control like this. She realized that’s exactly what she wanted. To make him come, to feel him shatter.

Instead, he pulled his cock away from her lips, pressed her down on the bed, and covered her mouth with a deep kiss, penetrating with his tongue, licking and sucking hers. She wanted to protest that he hadn’t finished, he hadn’t come. But he’d pushed on top of her and to feel him naked against her like this was almost more than heaven, so her protest died on a shuddering moan. She’d wanted this for so long, and now it was happening. His cock, still wet from her mouth, rode along her clit, sending lightning shots of pleasure along her nerve endings. She lifted, needing more, wanting that sensation to continue, to drive her right over the edge.

But Diaz shifted, grasping her wrists and lifting them over her head, holding them there with one hand while he grazed her cheek, neck, and collarbone with the other. Was his mere touch on her skin supposed to drive her this crazy? He rested his fingertips along her jaw, using his thumb to caress her bottom lip. He looked down at her, his eyes so dark, hot, intense.

“You are so beautiful,” he said. “And your mouth . . . damn, Jessie, you have an amazing mouth.”

She smiled up at him, glad that she’d pleased him. “I wanted you to come in my mouth.”

He slid his thumb just inside her lips, letting her lick and suck it. Her womb clenched, recalling the sensation of sucking his cock, of how it made him feel. She wanted that in her mouth again, to give him that kind of pleasure so she could be that turned on.

His gaze darkened. “You’re killing me. I want that, too. But first, you’re going to come.”

She liked that idea, too. She felt strung out, needy, her body tense and on fire. She wanted a lot of things and she wanted them all right now. Was sex always like this, the running toward the finish line yet wanting it to last forever kind of thing? She needed, wanted so much, and yet she yearned for it to last forever.

All thought fled when Diaz hovered over her breast with his hand. Then, a light caress, teasing her nipple with the barest touch. She jerked, lifted in an attempt to drive her upright nipple against his calloused palm. He lowered his hand, circled his palm over her nipple in gentle motions. The sensation shot south, making her clasp her legs together in an attempt to create friction. She wanted her hands free so she could rub her own clit.

“No, babe. You wanted me to do it, so I’m in charge now.”

She wasn’t sure that was a good thing, since Diaz seemed determined to do things slow, and she was ready to come, to experience that explosive magic right now. Instead, he eased down her body and captured her tortured nipple between his teeth, then licked it, sucked it, nibbled some more until she went mad from the pleasure. He took her other breast in his hand, fit the nipple between two fingers and rolled it. She had no idea her nipples were so sensitive. She played with them a little bit by herself while she was masturbating, but hadn’t lavished attention on them the way Diaz did now. And oh, were her nipples ever connected to her clit. Then again, maybe it was just Diaz’s hands, his mouth, the way he did it. Every place he touched her seemed connected to her pussy, because she quivered and quaked there at his every kiss and caress.