He looked down at me and trembled. Fought with me for a moment, then when he lifted his head again, his eyes were hooded with need, and I smiled, because I knew.I won this time.
Lifting his knee to slide between mine, he finally leaned down to kiss me, sipping at my lips in a way that promised so much more. I sighed happily, opening my knees and welcoming him, but still frustrated because he wouldn’t release my hands.
“Let me touch you,” I whispered against his lips.
He gave a deep chuckle, but did as I asked—just as he finally drew himself up hard against me, almost taking me.
I gasped and clawed at his back, pulling him harder against me. When he eased away, I growled too, grabbing for him and pulling him close.
To my relief, Jann didn’t fight this time. His head dropped back and he gave in, sighing heavily as he rolled his hips and pressed against me in a long, slow slide that had me opening my knees, trembling and bucking, trying desperately to reach him.
Letting his weight pin me down, he pressed me into the mattress, and kissed me with all the heat and force that he embodied. Both of us trembled, and writhed.
However, just as I was sure he’d take me, he pushed up to kneel again, hands playing down my body, and his lips curled in a smug smile.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I gasped, reaching for him, trying to pull him back down. But he fended me off, still grinning.
“Just get comfortable,” he insisted.
“Comfortable for what? I’m already comfortable. Jann, what are you going to do?”
His lips curled higher on one side, and his eyes flashed. “Just play. I want you to relax.”
“Then stop toying with me.”
He gave one of those low, puttering growls that rolled in his chest and leaned down over me again, his hand cupping the top of my head as he kissed me.
Then, he dragged the kiss down—his tongue teasing the seam of my mouth, then nipping at my chin, then my jaw, then my neck…
His hands were everywhere, sliding up and down my body in long strokes that sparked more fire, but also showered me in tingling pleasure, as my skin pebbled and nipples tightened under his touch.
When he sucked on my breast, I whimpered and plunged my hands into his hair.
Then he kissed his way down my body. All the way down.
My sternum. My navel. The round of my belly. The seam of my thigh and the sensitive skin inside it. My knee. His hands slid up and down the backs of my legs as he drew himself down, then, just as I was arching again and gasping his name, he laid both hands on the insides of my knees, and pressed them wider.
Then he spread me, and dove to kiss me where I wanted him most.
I arched, groaning and gasping as his tongue danced and flicked, and my body spasmed in response.
“God, I love the noises you make,” he whispered against damp skin and I trembled.
“Keep doing that and you’ll hear a lot more of them,” I gasped.
He chuckled, and did as I asked until my breath was beginning to catch, and my body twitching.
“Jann…please!”
He lifted his head, then… nothing.
I opened my eyes with a jerk—to find him staring at me, a knowing smile on his face.
I deflated. “Jann—”
“I’ve always loved that about you,” he rumbled.
I blinked, my mind blank. “Loved… what?”
