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“Do they always come on that fast and so brutally?”

“Yeah.”

But he didn’t want to think about how a headache could render him paralyzed and helpless. He’d buried that crap months ago, swearing he’d only dig it out when forced. Because the implications of what the headaches and the spasms might mean were too stark to consider.

Instead, he’d concentrated on things he could control—like getting fitter, re-sitting his certifications, and resuming his place with his team. Everything else would sort itself out once life was back to normal.

And he definitely, absolutely, did not want to think about what his neurologist had told him. That if the headaches continued, one day they could trigger a stroke that would render his right arm useless.

No, he had much better things to think about. Like the soft, squirming woman beneath him. Ignoring the brutal hardness of his cock, which demanded immediate attention, Ryan stroked back up Sarah’s inner thigh. Her fingers tightened in his hair as his knuckles brushed her warm sex through her panties.

“Ryan, I don’t think this is a good idea,” she said hoarsely.

“I promise you won’t regret it,” he teased, using the universal argument of most teenage boys.

She barked out a laugh before moaning when he pressed a little firmer against her ugly cotton underwear. “Oh, I know,” she said. “I’m talking about your sore head. I don’t think you’re in any condition—”

“This is exactly what I need,” he said. “Is it what you need, Sarah?”

“Oh sweet heavens, yes.” She widened her legs, making him grin with delight. “But I want to be on top this time.”

“I’ve got something else in mind first.” With a deep chuckle, Ryan hooked his finger inside the leg of her panties.

CHAPTER TWENTY

“What?” Sarah gasped the word as his fingers lazily toyed with the hair covering her mound. “What’s your idea?”

“You never told me about the first time we had sex.” A finger dipped lower, skimming her clit, making her moan. “I wouldn’t want to repeat myself and bore you, so I think you should describe it to me. In detail.”

“Wait, you want me to what?” Her hand tightened in his hair before she remembered his lingering headache and gently soothed any sting she’d caused.

“It’s simple.” The devil traced the lips of her sex in a soft, barely-there caress. “You talk, I touch. You stop talking, I stop touching.”

“This is evil.” Or genius. She wasn’t sure which.

She was swollen and wet, and definitely wanted more than just the hope of release. But this? Could she do it?

“Are you shy?” He teased those wicked fingers of his, unrelenting in their slow caress of everything except where she needed it most.

“It’s…” Damn it, he was making it too hard to think straight. “It’s private. Talking about it feels too intimate.”

“Baby, my hand is in your underwear. You don’t get much more intimate than that.” He was grinning, she could hear it.

The devil was having fun at her expense.

“Plus,” he said. “It isn’t like I wasn’t there experiencing it with you. Isn’t that right, Stats?” One finger trailed between the lips of her sex, making her arch up into his touch.

“More,” she gasped, clutching the bare muscle of his shoulder.

“You want more, you know what to do.” He traced the crease at the top of her thigh.

“Fine.” Demon man! “We were in my bed—”

“Nope.” He smacked her sex, a small teasing pain that sent sparkles rushing through her brain. “Start from the beginning. I want to hear the buildup. I want to hear about how crazy and desperate you were to get me inside you.”

Sweet heavens, she was going to come just from listening to him talk.

“There were small touches all evening,” she said, her mind playing the video of their one night together as Ryan caressed closer to the hard little nub that needed him so. “Hot glances across the dinner table, brushing into each other as we walked beside the Thames.”