The Rebound Girl (Getting Physical) by Tamara Morgan

smooth and firm against her tongue, and she had to work her jaw open to fit him all in. She brought one of her hands down to wrap around the base of his dick—the part she couldn’t reach with her mouth—the other coming up to gently cup his balls, working and squeezing and even giving a little tug now and then.
    “Jesus, Whitney.” He jerked as she wrapped her tongue in circles around his shaft. “I don’t think pointers will be necessary.”
    She liked to think that was true—and the noises generated in his throat seemed to indicate that all was going well. So well, in fact, that she didn’t have a chance to do much more than swirl her tongue around the large, round head of his cock a few times, delving deeply into the slit, before the hot, steady pulse of his release filled her mouth.
    It wasn’t a record for Whitney, but it was certainly up there in the ranks. Like most women, she liked stamina good and well when a man was inside her—but she didn’t need oral sex to last forever. Blow jobs weren’t exactly a race, but there was something supremely self-satisfying about being able to reduce a man to nothing but sound and sensation in under five minutes flat.
    Matt lay in an exact imitation of her repose before, and Whitney had to laugh, imagining how he felt. She crawled up on the couch next to him so that they were side-by-side, not touching, but not feeling awkward about it either.
    “So,” she finally said, once both their breathing resumed a normal pace. “That was fun.”
    Without getting up from his seat, Matt pulled up his jeans. “I’m not going to argue with that. Thank you.”
    “You don’t have to thank me.” Whitney adjusted her bra straps and reached for her own clothes. “I was the one seducing you, remember?”
    “I mean it.” Matt’s movements halted. “I was dreading this.”
    “Sex?” she asked, laughing softly. “That’s got to be the first time a man has ever admitted that out loud.”
    He turned to face her, looking adorable and rumpled. That was Whitney’s undoing, because he took her pause and appreciation for something they weren’t, kissing her lightly on the forehead and lingering there with a sweetness that ached somewhere in the center of her chest. Their eyes met, and Whitney found she couldn’t move away from him.
    “I meant thanks for making it so easy to, ah, get back on the horse. I don’t know that I could have done it with anyone else.”
    “No problem, Galahad.” Forcing herself to smile and point, she added, “But don’t think that was about anything more than me finding you to be one hot piece of man meat. This was still not a date.”
    A flash of hurt crossed his face—so fast she might have imagined it—before a crooked smile settled on his lips. “If that’s the case, I’m curious to know how far you go on an actual date.”
    Taken aback by the unexpectedness of his reply, Whitney tossed her head back and laughed. “Oh, Matt. You have no idea. Bathroom’s through the back if you want to clean up. I’ll make us some toast.”
    “You want toast?”
    “What I want is Kung Pao chicken and spicy noodles and a beer the size of your head,” Whitney amended. “But whole wheat bread and a toaster oven is what I have. Don’t complain.”

Chapter Five
    “I told you. Women are different now.”
    Matt eyed his brother doubtfully. “You act like it’s been fifty years since I’ve even talked to a female member of our species. If you count all the time I spent dating and married to Laura, we’re talking five years, tops. There’s no way they changed that much. Some flowers don’t even bloom that often.”
    Lincoln pointed his fork and waved it, a cherry tomato dropping seeds all over the table. “If you’re going to start comparing female anatomy to flowers, you’re only proving my point.”
    Matt scowled at his dinner. “That wasn’t what I meant.”
    The brothers sat at Pizzaro’s, a local Italian bistro—a cozy, romantic