Can't Touch This (Can't Touch This #1)

“Exactly. It’s been a while for you and for me. One thrust is probably all we need and then, whoopsie daisy, I have to go to the clinic and ask for the morning-after pill and Mrs. Lesley will be there and announce to the whole town that I got knocked up by my cousin.”

He laughed. “We definitely don’t want that happening.”

“No, we do not.”

We collapsed together, fighting our bodies pounding urge to join and forcing ourselves to be sensible adults.

His tongue traced the shell of my ear. “You know…I could help you out?” His hand glided down my body. “I could at least get part of me inside you tonight.”

I bit my lip as his fingers brushed over my pussy but didn’t attempt to remove my underwear. Even now, even after dabbling with explosive chemistry, he still gave me time to grant permission.

The idea of coming on his hand was one hundred percent amazing—especially the concept of repaying his favour by giving him a hand job and watching him come for me—but it seemed like cheating somehow.

This itchy, throbbing desire and spine-tingling anticipation was too good to waste. The mental play-by-play of him slipping inside me for the first time and me coming around him was too precious a golden ticket to resort to a few finger strokes.

Scissoring my legs, I shook my head. “When I come for you, I want it to be the best I’ve ever had.”

He gritted his jaw. “Fuck, Vesper. Let me make you come now. I’ll do anything you want.” He rocked his cock on my hip, smearing yet another bead of pre-cum. “Let me show you just how turned on I am.”

I shivered as he touched me again, but this time I’d made up my mind.

Unfortunately for him, once my mind was made up nothing could change it. It was why I’d finished top in my class. Why I’d opened a business rather than work for another practice. Why we had top-of-the-line medical equipment and not hand-me-down ancient torture devices. I chased what I wanted. And what I wanted right now was Ryder Carson.

Pushing him away, I stood up. I didn’t care I only had my underwear on. Ryder had switched from stranger to a friend who I absolutely felt safe with.

Bending down, I gave him my hand to pull him from the couch.

He stood, swaying a little as his eyes drank me in. His cock bobbed as if begging me to take pity on him.

I grasped it, jerking him into me, making him stumble. “I’m going to kick you out now before we do something stupid.”

“Stupid being letting me fuck you?”

I swallowed as another lava wave of desire made me melt. “Yes, that. Definitely that.” Letting him go, I scooped up his clothes and shoved them into his chest, forcing him to grab hold of them. “Get dressed, Far Too Tempting Doggy Rescuer, so I can boot you from my house.”

“Only if you promise I can see you again tomorrow.”

I nodded, ready to blurt yes, but then I remembered the long day ahead with a neuter for a house rabbit and a kidney stone removal for a cat. Afterward, I had an online conference with the veterinary society to go over a new pain reliever that had just been approved for guinea pigs. “I can’t. I’m busy.”

He threw his head back like a stubborn child. “Damn you, woman. You’re determined to kill me with this hard-on.”

“I like your hard-on.” I pressed the top of it with my finger, loving the way it hardened even further. “I’ll make you a deal.”

“Oh no, I always lose in deals.”

“Not in this one.”

Taking his t-shirt and fanning it out for him to place over his head, I murmured, “Don’t touch it and I’ll see you the day after tomorrow.”

He backed away, snatching the t-shirt as if it mortally offended him. “When you say see me…you mean fuck me, right?”

I smirked. “Right.”

“Oh, praise baby Jesus.”

I laughed.

“And just to be clear, when you say don’t touch it…you mean, I can’t strangle the lizard, spank the donkey, milk the snake, pump the tool? Nothing?”