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undress him, but he doubted she could reach high enough to finish the job. In a quick move, he had his T-shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. Her tiny hands ran the lines of his abs up to his chest as her eyes followed the path. When she reached for the button of his pants, his cock throbbed. With a flick, he was free from his pants as they settled at his ankles. “Oh,” she gasped.
    Cash glanced down to his erection. Fuck, it was harder than steel and looked as strained as it felt. He glanced back up to her with an arched brow. “Problem?”
    “No,” she said in an exhaled breath. “You’re just big.”
    He grinned, his brow lowered. “Is that a concern?”
    “It might be,” she said, reaching toward him. Her hand moved slowly in trepidation. When she took him in her hand, his breath hissed through his teeth as she began to stroke him softly. “Does that feel good?” she asked.
    “You think it wouldn’t?” He chuckled huskily. She shrugged. “You’ve never touched a man?”
    She blushed. “No¯never.”
    He wouldn’t have her embarrassed. It pleased him he was the one teaching her this. “Yes, it feels amazing when you do that.”
    She smiled, raised her other hand to his hip and pulled him forward as she sat on the bed. The move helped him out of his shoes, then his pants. For a woman who had never pleasured a man with her hand, she held some talent. Instead of just using one hand, she used two and the opposing sensations had his hips thrusting forward with each stroke.
    “I see you like that,” she said proudly.
    Hell, she should have been proud. His gaze was focused on her hands working his cock in a way that pleased her. When he looked away from her hands and met her gaze, the fire burning in her eyes, the beauty of her, all of it made him step back. The sexy woman before him almost made him come by one glance.
    She immediately grasped his waist to stop his retreat. Her hand tightened around his cock as she continued to stroke him. With an innocence he found endearing, she glanced up to him. “Can I lick it?”
    Words could not form in his mouth. All he could do was nod and watch as her wet, slick tongue swept across the head of his cock. His head fell back as he groaned deeply.
     
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    Rylie’s tongue hit the silky, salty liquid on the end of his erection and she drew it back into her mouth to savor the taste of him. Nerves may have been present at first, but as he watched her with powerful eyes, ran his hand along her body, and kissed her with enough passion to stop her heart, nerves had left her.
    She had been longing for this. Since she’d turned eighteen, she had been waiting to feel a man, to be turned on like this, and now that she was experiencing it, she was enthralled. She enjoyed the fact that her movements made his hips thrust forward and his eyes darken with pleasure. But it was more than that. It was him.
    Their mate bond only solidified her attraction to him and she could spend hours doing just this. Lord, he was sexy. The problem, she wasn’t a dreamer. The situation was only to help her. He had lost his mate, and he had already loved. He wanted nothing of her except this night of pleasure. She could only hope when the time came, she would be able to let go of him without showing just how much she wanted to stay.
    Her mouth lowered back to the tip of his erection as she brought the head of him into her. She sucked while she took as much of him in her mouth as she possibly could. His groans above her came loud as he twined his fingers gently through her hair to guide her, to teach her the way to do this. Long, slow strokes of her mouth played with him, teasing him, enticing him, and when she joined her hand below her mouth, his body vibrated in response.
    Only three more plays of her mouth, and he stepped back, nearly shouting. “Stop.”
    “No,” she said, firmly, grasping his hips with both hands as she brought her mouth back to him. In quick, fast