“More,” she whispered, pressing closer against him.
Never let it be said that he didn’t give a woman what she wanted. He lifted her top, baring her gorgeous breasts. So pale, with perfect rosebuds in the center. He’d always loved the contrast of his skin against hers, and the sight of her breasts in his hands made him hard as steel.
He bent his head, drawing one of those perfect nipples into his mouth. He nipped, teasing and tasting with his tongue as Jess panted. Her hips rocked rhythmically against his, and maybe because it had been so long since he’d been with a woman, or maybe because this wasJess, the urgency pounding inside him was almost overwhelming.
“Touch me,” she whispered.
He didn’t need to hear that invitation twice. The skirt she wore was knee-length, a soft, stretchy cotton. He reached beneath it, sliding his fingers up her thigh until he reached her panties. He stroked her, drawing another gasp from Jess, and then pushed them to the side.
He swallowed her moan with a deep, drunken kiss as he began to stroke her. He pushed two fingers inside her, plunging in and out as his thumb rubbed against her clit. God, she was beautiful. So beautiful. He kissed her thoroughly, but it was never enough. It could never be enough.
Her movements became frantic as she grew closer to her release, and he increased his tempo, matching her urgency with his own until she moaned, her internal muscles clenching around his fingers in a series of breathtaking spasms. His cock throbbed. Watching Jess come was like nothing else. It was the most beautiful—and arousing—thing in the world.
“Wow,” she whispered, her head falling against his shoulder, her body gone limp in his arms.
He looked around for the couch, but as he started to lead her that way, she shook her head, gesturing instead to her bedroom.
“You sure?” he asked.
“Yes.” Cheeks still flushed with pleasure, she led him down the hall to her bedroom.
Her bed was covered in a purple quilt, and the aroma of incense was stronger here. That scent alone was enough to turn him on, never mind the woman in his arms, the only woman he’d ever needed this way.
She tugged his shirt over his head and slid her fingers down his chest. “So beautiful,” she murmured, her fingernails scraping gently across his skin. Her gaze lingered on the scars on his lower abdomen, and his stomach clenched.
He wasn’t ashamed of his battle scars, just intensely aware that Jess was the first woman to see them. He’d thought them to be dead tissue, devoid of feeling, but as she traced her fingers along his surgical scar, he felt the sensation to the tips of his toes.
When she looked up, her eyes swam with questions. But she didn’t ask them. Instead she kissed him. She kissed him until his heart was about to pound its way out of his chest, and then she inched her way over his jaw and down his neck. Next thing he knew, her tongue slid across his nipple, sending a burst of fire straight to his groin.
It had been so long since he’d felt a woman’s tongue on any part of his body that he’d almost forgotten how much pleasure it could bring. He’d forgotten a lot of things, like how exquisite it was to be with Jess. Everything with her was intense. She made him feel things he hadn’t thought he’d ever feel again, things he’d never felt with anyone else.
He lifted her shirt over her head, and her bra—already unclasped—tumbled to the floor with it. She leaned forward, allowing her breasts to brush against his chest, skin to skin.
“Mark,” she murmured against his neck, “do you think it will be as good as we remember it?”
How could it not be? “Yeah.”
“So do I,” she whispered, guiding his hands to the waistband of her skirt.
He hooked his thumbs inside, pushing down her skirt and her panties in one swift movement and allowing his hungry gaze to take her in. “Even more beautiful than I remembered.”
“That was my line.” She smiled against his lips. Then the button on his jeans sprang free, and she lowered his zipper.
He stepped out of his jeans and pushed down his boxer briefs. And then, they were naked, her body pressed against his.Finally.He slid his hands down her back, anchoring her even closer, until not a millimeter of air separated their bodies.
Then he dipped his head and kissed her. Next thing he knew, they were rolling onto the bed together. He was flat on his back with Jess straddling him, his cock pressed into the heat between her legs, and he was so hard that he couldn’t think of anything but getting inside her and losing himself there.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked, rocking her hips so that she slid up and down his length.
Andfuck, how had he allowed himself to go this far without realizing he didn’t have protection? He lifted her, settling her next to him in the bed. “No.”
Jess looked crestfallen. Then she slid closer, draping her leg over his. “I don’t usually, but I’m on the pill…”
“Jess, it’s okay. We should wait.”
“I’m clean.” Her voice had grown husky again as she wrapped her fingers around his dick, stroking him.
“I’m—” He cleared his throat, having lost the ability to speak as she stroked him. “I’m clean, too. They tested us regularly in the Army.”
