She turned her body, had him shifting and rolled on top of him, her knees on his sides, her hands slapping down on each side of his shoulders.
“What do you want?” he asked when her mouth was hovering over his.
“You should know by now,” she said.
Her hands went for the bottom of his shirt and yanked it up, his defined abs and chest exposed.
He had one hell of a body on him and now she saw where he got it from. He wasn’t the type to go to a gym. Once a loner, always a loner.
She had to remember that too.
His shirt was off, his hand going to the bottom of her sweater and discarding it just as quickly.
A finger hooked into the center of her bra and tugged her closer to him, her cleavage almost in his face.
She thought for sure he was going to put his mouth on her through the material, but his hands went around back and unhooked her bra, her breasts popping free and dangling down.
He swiftly removed her bra, her nipple suspended above his mouth where he latched on.
She was still balancing on her hands while he got his fill and made her body come alive.
Being told no one had been here in years gave her hope that he put her in another category.
That in giving him time, he was trying.
His hands were moving over her ass, to the front and undoing her jeans, parting them and sliding them down as best as he could.
“Where are your condoms?” she asked. It’s not like she carried one in her pocket. Though she had one in her purse, which was in the other room.
He turned his head and reached for the drawer on the one bedside table.
She crawled over him to get it first, him jerking her jeans and almost yanking her away from her goal.
A giggle escaped and he did it again.
When she finally could get to the knob on the drawer, she was laughing so hard she might cry soon.
Chance’s laughter had joined in. She wasn’t sure she’d ever heard that noise from him before. Not this loud. Not this long.
They ditched the rest of their clothing, Jocelyn opening the condom wrapper, getting back on top, her thighs around his hips. The skin on her inner thighs felt the heat his body gave off.
“I’ve always had this idea in my head about putting the condom in my mouth and rolling it down that way. Cheesy, huh?”
“Do it,” he said. “Never hold back with me.”
Her eyes shifted to his. They were darker than normal. Not being aggressive like he had been in the beginning. Nor was he being funny either.
It was something more. Something tangled between humor and hunger.
That something had her doing exactly what she’d never had the courage to do with another man.
The condom went into her mouth flat, she leaned down, put it over him with her lips, closed them slightly, the taste of latex not as offensive as she might have thought, then rolled it with the help of her tongue.
He jerked up at the same time she was trying to do it, to help her down, causing a slight gasp until she reared back.
His fist wrapped in her hair, tugging it up so that she lifted toward his mouth.
She lined up with his cock and sat down hard, rose and repeated.
