“I won’t.” He breathes it into my skin, stubble grazing my neck and making me shiver. “You and me, Em. Always.”
His promise wraps around me as he carries me to the bed. His hands are already sliding up my bare legs as I use my feet to kick his towel off. “Where the hell is your jacket? It’s October.”
I spare half a glance at my outfit, my protest weak. I’m too busy watching him as he climbs over me. “It was warm in Colombia.”
And I’m burning up. Everywhere his hands touch sets me on fire.
And he touches me everywhere.
I help him tug my yellow shirt out of my shorts, tugging it over my head and tossing it to the side. His fingers are already unzipping my shorts, dragging them down my legs until I’m left in my underwear.
“God,” he whispers reverently. Jared stares down at me, “I love you. Probably should have started with that.”
“I know.” If there’s one certainty in my life, it’s that Jared Bennett loves me.
“Good.” He presses his lips against my stomach, glancing up. “Because I’m planning to fuck you like I don’t. Fast first. Slow second. Third, we’ll see how we feel.”
At the gritty tone in his voice, my toes actually curl.
No complaints from me.
My breasts feel full and heavy as he hooks his fingers into the cups of my daisy-speckled yellow bra. His hot mouth seals over my nipple, and I buck as his teeth scrape it. Jared moves from one to the other, his hand squeezing until I’m moaning, pushing myself up to him. “More.”
He softens his touch, and I groan. “Jared. Don’t tease.”
There’s a smile in his voice. His tongue trails down my stomach. Lower. “I’ve spent a long, long time dreaming about this, Emmy. I think my hand is sick of me at this point.”
Empty muscles clench at the thought. “I want to see that.”
“Not today.” A kiss to my hip bone. “I have better places to be right now.”
I wriggle in sudden self-consciousness as he reaches my underwear. His finger runs over the embroidered white flowers. “I like these.”
“Wait.” Panting, I prop myself up on my elbows. Just in time to watch as he uses his shoulders to push my legs apart. Jared’s tongue darts out, pressing into me through my underwear.
Oh, fuck.My thoughts scramble. “I… the plane—,”
I’ve been traveling. “Shower.”
He raises his head to look at me, eyes wild and hair crumpled. “You think I care about that?”
“I care.” My head tips back, and I bite down on my lip. “No kissing me… down there. Until I’m clean.”
“You mean I can’t fuck your pussy with my tongue?” He presses harder, and the neediest little noise comes from my throat. “Good girl. That’s it. Push against me. Rub yourself on my face, Em.”
I mean, I could—
“No.” I yelp it, nearly kicking him in the face as I scramble back and off the bed. “Shower. Two minutes. I’ll just keep thinking about it otherwise.”
Jared props himself up on his elbows, his eyebrows raising. “Two minutes. And then I’m coming in after you.”
I flee past him, darting into the bathroom and staring around wildly. My underwear is soaked, my breasts reddened and the cups of my bra pushed underneath to force them up.
“Okay.” I chant to myself, slapping the button for the shower. “Two minutes.”
After the quickest but most thorough scrub in history, I shove a toothbrush into my mouth and inspect myself in the mirror.
It’ll do.
