He couldn’t resist. He took his thumb away, nuzzling his tongue into its place so he could enjoy her clit pulsing in perfect time to the squeezing of her muscles around his fingers. His hips jumped, the vinyl of the bench squeaking against his ass because his shorts had crept down more while he was playing with her.

She started to fall forward and knocked him off-balance. He had to pull out to catch her, and even then he cracked his head on the bench press bar on the way down. Though he managed to keep her head away from it, at least.

“You okay?”

Andra was curled a little into herself, lying on his chest as she gulped down air. “Mmm. Uh. Uh-huh.” She twitched as an aftershock ran through her. A second later she arched, reaching back to try to push her shorts the rest of the way off.

Man, this shed was hot. Especially with her lying on top of him. But her breasts against his chest as she squirmed . . .

LJ’s fingers twitched, and he realized they were still slicked with her response. Nothing had ever turned him on like that—to know that she hadn’t wanted sex in years, but now she was shaking with the pleasure he’d brought her. He reached between their bodies and wrapped a hand around himself, rubbing her wetness all over the stiff shaft. He groaned through his teeth, giving the head an extra squeeze.

Andra pushed up on his chest, peeking down to see what he was doing. He couldn’t stop, didn’t want to give up the feeling of his dick glistening wet with her pleasure. This would have to tide him over until the day when she finally wanted him inside her.

She exhaled a small, broken sound while she watched him stroke himself. Her thighs clenched over his as she curled her hips forward again. When she glanced up, her green eyes practically steamed the air between them. “I like that,” she whispered.

He was going to die. His brain was going to explode right along with his hard-on, and that was going to be the end of him. Also, he did not care.

“I want you,” she said, scooting up until slick skin bumped his knuckles where they were fisted around his erection. “Please?”

“I don’t have a condom.” It hurt even to say it, so he pushed up and stole a kiss as a consolation prize. Why was this shed full of all these useless boxes and not condoms?

Her face fell. “Do you have one inside? I could get dressed and go get it. Wait!” She reared back. “I have an implant. Birth control implant. I only got it to help control my—” She stopped, blushing. “But it’s birth control. That works, right?”