“That good, huh?” he mutters against my lips.
Did I say that out loud?
“Yep.”
“This is a bad habit of mine.”
“Talking out loud by accident?” He slides his mouth across my jawline.
“Yes.” I’m no longer sure what I’m even saying yes to.
All I know is that I don’t want Jared to stop touching me.
And he doesn’t. He lowers me till my feet hit the floor and then he unbuttons my shirt until I’m exposed to him. My jeans come off next.
His hand goes between my legs. “No panties?” he says with a groan.
“No.”
His other hand slides around from my back to my bare breasts. “No bra either.”
“I wanted to be ready for your arrival.”
He drops his head to my shoulder. “You’re killing me, Hill.”
I smile as he shifts until his mouth closes over my hard nipple.
“I need you closer,” he mutters into my skin.
I’m already unsnapping his pants.
He shifts back from me to shrug off his suit jacket before lifting me and backing us up against the wall. I squeeze my legs around his waist and moan when I feel his hardness press against my core.
“Please tell me you have protection nearby…”
“Got it,” he murmurs as he reaches into his pants pocket for his wallet.
“Hurry,” I beg him.
“Getting…there.” He rips the condom wrapper with his teeth, and I help him pull it out and roll it onto his impressive length.
He tilts his head back so he can look directly into my eyes. “You ready?”
“Uh-huh.”
He pushes forward, and I widen my legs as he slides all the way home.
“Christ.” Jared stills. “Let’s slow down.”
“Don’t you dare slow down,” I tell him.
“But I’m so close.”
“So am I.” I kiss him. “Super…close. Don’t hold back.”
And he doesn’t.
He pulls out and then drives back in. Over and over.
