He didn’t want to sound too relieved, so he casually said, “Good.” And he wrapped her up against him again, letting his hard cock nudge at her. He rubbed a hand down the length of her spine, enjoying the firm ridges of muscle that dipped into the sweet curve and then back out into that round ass.

Some guys were ass men. Some were leg men. Some guys liked breasts.

Jake liked it all. The whole package. Every female part, including fingers and toes and pretty pink hidden parts. He liked the way girls smelled, every one of them different but sweet. Shelby’s peachy-pear fragrance mingled with her unique female scent, a combination that was heady to his senses.

“Ah, Shelby, sweetie.” His fingers played with her butt, drifting across the firm flesh, teasing just below in that crease above her thighs, and she squirmed a little. Ha. She liked that. He trailed a fingertip up the furrow between, making her squirm more.

Okay, this was a woman he could seriously make love to all night. Not only did she go crazy when he sucked on her nipples and played with her breasts, but it seemed like she might enjoy a little ass play just as much. And he was ready to play. So ready.

Jake woke up in the softest, sweetest smelling cocoon of bliss, a warm feminine body cuddled into his, and for a few long, delicious moments he thought he was still dreaming, still asleep. He let himself enjoy the sensations, full breasts pressed against his forearm, hair that smelled like peaches and pears, and silky sheets swathed around both of them.

And then realized what he’d done. It wasn’t a dream. He’d spent the night with Shelby.

Fuck. What had he been thinking? He was supposed to be helping her, for Chrissakes, not fucking her! What was wrong with him?

She stirred against him, lush curves and warm skin, and he resisted the urge to bolt out of bed and make a run for it.

She snuggled in closer, made a funny snuffling sound as she breathed in. She was still asleep. His chest tightened at the way she nestled against him, all intimate and trusting. Shit.

The events of the previous evening started playing through his mind. Andrew and Gianna. Jesus. How had he not known that’s who Shelby’s boss was? She’d never mentioned she worked at Gold Shield, he was sure of it. If she had, he might have twigged to what was going on. So he’d shown up there like a clueless idiot.

Shelby moved again in his arms, stretching her legs out, sliding them over and between his. Christ, she was sexy. His cock swelled. How could he help it? She was right there, naked, in his arms, in a bed. “Mmm.” She made a little purring noise, buried her face in the side of his neck. He felt her draw in a breath, as if she was smelling him. Maybe she was. He liked smelling her. He smiled and slid a hand up into her hair. He tugged the strands so he could see her face and their eyes met.

With a small starburst of light and heat.

“Hi.” Her voice was a whisper, and when he saw the uncertainty in her eyes he had the strangest urge to make it go away. Hell, he wasn’t the kind of guy to stick around the morning after. But how could he leave with her looking all sweet and vulnerable like that?

He couldn’t. And fuck it, he didn’t want to leave. He was hard to the point of pain, his balls tight and aching already, even after the sex marathon they’d shared the night before. He stroked a hand down her bare back, over the sweet curve of her ass, fingers lingering on the crease between, and her eyes went darker blue and her soft lips parted.

“Hi.” He smiled at her, and loved the answering curve of her mouth. “You feel good in my arms.”

“Mmm. I like it too.” She brushed her mouth over his jaw and even he could feel the rasp of his beard. She rubbed her cheek there, like a little cat, apparently liking the roughness.

Christ, he wanted to do her again, he couldn’t help it, and how the hell was a guy supposed to resist in a situation like this, anyway? It was impossible. He rolled her under him and kissed her, pressing her down into the pillows, filling his hand with one lush breast.

And then another memory poked him in the head. They were out of condoms. All three had been used last night, and used well, he had to say. That was all they’d had, even after Shelby had checked in her purse. Though four times in one night may have been a bit of wishful thinking on his part. Now, however, he needed that damn fourth condom.

He sighed and rolled away from her.

“What?”

“No more condoms.”

“Oh. Oh yeah.”

She lay there beside him, quiet, and then she moved over him and kissed his chest. Heat rippled over him. When she flicked her little tongue over one nipple, then closed her lips over it, flames licked over his body. “Shelby.” He closed his eyes against the sensations. “Don’t.”

She made a noise of soft protest then started kissing her way down his abs. Pushing the covers back, she shimmied her body down in the bed, her mouth moving closer and closer to his straining erection, her silky hair dragging across his rigid abs. His cock twitched in anticipation, his testicles already drawn up tight against his body. Sweet Jesus. Was she…? She was.

Shelby curled her fingers around him, so thick and hard, heavy veins pulsing beneath velvety skin. Jake lifted his head to look down his body and watch her, shoving a pillow behind him. She held his gaze as she parted her lips and leaned in, loving how he licked his lips and watched with avid fascination.

A long groan tore out of him. She licked the underside of his thick, rigid maleness and he shuddered, and pleasure warmed her too.

“Hell, Shelby.” He lifted his hands and his fingers threaded through her hair, sending delicious waves of sensation pouring over her body.

She explored his cock with her tongue, studied the ridges and veins, licked up a drop of moisture from the smooth rounded tip. She licked all up and down the shaft, over the bulging veins and velvety skin, getting him nice and wet and slippery because it was going to be a challenge getting her mouth around him. Then she opened her mouth and took him in, letting the wet flesh glide over her lips and deep inside.

She liked that. Very much.

“Oh yeah, baby. Suck me.” His grip tightened in her hair and his hips lifted. Feminine power rolled through her. She loved giving head, having a guy at her mercy like that, but this time there was an added dimension of pleasure to it. She wanted to give back to him so much, for all he’d given her last night, a series of mind-destroying, body-melting orgasms, so focused on her, she felt she’d gone to heaven. Now it was her turn.

She opened her mouth wide and took him in, sliding her lips down his shaft, holding him firmly at the base. Her other fingers found his balls, firm and round, and she played with them with her fingertips.

“Jesus,” he gasped, arching up, pushing deeper into her mouth. “Jesus Christ, that’s good.”

She hummed her agreement and he grunted.

“Oh yeah. Play with my balls. Lick them too, Shelby.”

She let him slide out of her mouth and, with a smile, ducked her head lower, holding his cock out of the way so she could press little kisses to his thighs, then inward to his sac, so taut. She kissed his flesh there, soft, closed-mouth kisses, then opened her mouth over one and sucked gently. His moans encouraged her, and her tongue flicked out to lick one testicle. With her other hand, she pushed his thigh, to give her better access, and inhaled the musky male scent of him, so primal and intimate. Lord, she loved that, and she closed her eyes as the fragrance filled her head.

She continued lapping and sucking, dragging her tongue up his shaft then back down to his balls until she finally took one testicle right into her mouth and gently sucked it, rolling it over her tongue.